Thoughts

By: biacebaolck

Author's Note: This story is the POV (point of view) of Bucko Bigbones. Sorry, no Northern Mountain Hare accent in his POV (sorry if I disappointed). Toobil Streamdiver, thanks for keeping me going. You seem to be the only person to even bother to review and you don't know how much that means to me. Thanks! And to all you other people out there… (Glares at them all) …REVIEW WHY DONCHA!

My eyes open. It's midnight. Why am I awake? I don't know… Backlash sits up suddenly from halfway across the camp. I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep, feeling his eyes on me. Why am I doing that? We're both guys after all…

Why am I awake? Maybe it's because my brain wants to think about something. Okay brain, you want to think of something? I'll give you something to think about! Okay…. Let's think about Backlash.

Backlash. There's something wrong with that boy. He doesn't talk normally like the rest of us. He just says everything in a soft voice. Why does he do that? Is it because he wants to be able to hear if vermin sneak up on us if they do happen to be sneaking up on us? Is it because he has a sore throat? There are too many possibilities.

Okay brain, we're that one. Here's another one. You know that haremaid I met before? You know….gray fur, blue eyes, haversack and a sling pouch? Too bad I forgot to get her name… She seemed really nice.

Now that I think about it, Backlash has gray fur, blue eyes, a haversack and a sling pouch too! Wouldn't it be a riot, if Backlash were really that haremaid in disguise? Wait… If that last sentence was so funny, then why am I not laughing? Well, it could be possible, but Backlash looks a lot dirtier than she looked… All that dirt on him couldn't be good for him… Where does he get all that dirt anyway?

No matter how much times Honour, she's our healer, tried to clean him up by pouring a lot of water over him, but he dodges it as much as he can. Even if she got him a few times, the dirt in his fur still stayed there.

Now this is just plain weird. I sit up and put my face in my paws. This is more than I bargained for…

"Bucko are you ok?" a soft voice asks. I drop my paws and look at him.

"Och, ah'm ok. Ye ken, ah'm always ok." I answer. Backlash isn't convinced. Gee, I wonder why….

"Bucko." He says in a stronger voice, but still softly. "You can't hide from your feelings…"

"Whit d'ye ken aboot that?" I snap back angrily. Who says I can't hide from my feelings? Oops… Looks like I said it too harshly. He looks…afraid…. Did…did I do that?

"Sorry," he says hastily. "If anybeast wakes up and asks where I am, tell them I'm fishing." And just like that, he leaves, grabbing his haversack and sling pouch. He continues walking quickly, fastening his sling pouch on his waist and slinging his haversack over his shoulder.

I sigh. How stupid can I get? My one chance to ask and now I blew it. How many times will I act before I actually think about it?