Hi! I'm kinda procrastinating about updating those chapters for prisoner... . Sorry. I guess prisoner ideas aren't flowing today. Right now I feel like fluffy stuff. :) I will come back to this fic when I'm bored, so I don't know how often it'll be updated. These aren't in the order of when they happened, its just what I feel like writing.
One shot 1: Worry
Ib: Age 10
Garry: Age 21
I opened the door of Ib's large house, and her parents greeted me. I was taking the job of babysitting Ib for a while, because they were going to go on a business trip.
"Alright, Garry. The trip is two weeks until we'll be back, and since you've been like a brother to her, or so she said, you will take care of her for these two weeks. We're going to give you a decent pay when we get back, and feel free to use the credit cards we left on the counter to buy stuff Ib needs. We'll be back... July...2nd I believe. If you do anything to her, I will report you to the police, and your face will never be known again. Got it?" her father said, on his way out the door.
"Understood," I said.
"We've gotten you off for two weeks of your job at the art shop, so don't worry about it," her Mom said, making her way out the door.
"Thank you. I will take good care of her," I said, and when I saw the car leave the garage, I took a breath of relief. I guess they didn't trust me all that much. I turned and walked to the living room, and Ib was sitting on the couch and reading a book. I sat down on another couch, and she lowered the book and looked at me.
"Whatcha reading?" I asked. She lifted the book up.
"Where the Red Fern Grows," she said, and those words were on the cover of the book.
"That's a great story..." I said, remembering when I read it in middle school. "What part are you at?"
"They won the coon hunting championships... and now their heading home," she said, lifting the book again.
"Oh..." I said, remembering the book was an unfortunate but hopeful tragedy.
"Your parents left, your stuck with me for a while," I said. She smiled and put the book down.
"Not bad for me... my parents are annoying sometimes," she said.
"Haha, I didn't like my parents when I was your age either," I said. I checked my watch, but the hands weren't moving. I sighed, then stood up.
"What's wrong, Garry?" Ib asked.
"Oh, my watch is just broken..." I said, and she looked at it.
"It's a nice watch," she said. "Was it expensive?"
"Yeah... I guess," I glanced over to the vast kitchen, and it was 6:57.
"Ib, are you hungry?" I asked.
"Not really," she said, picking her book back up.
"Too bad, you're going to eat anyway," I said, and walked over to the kitchen and looked at what was in the fridge. There was vegetables, some slabs of meat, a drawer of fruit, and some other snacks. I went to the cabinet and took the flower out. I took out some other stuff from the fridge and decided to make noodles. I started to mix the flower when I noticed Ib had moved to the table, still reading her book.
"Want to help?" I asked, and she marked her book and hopped off the stool.
"Sure," she said, and she helped me mix the flower. I took it and cut it up into small pieces, and put plastic wrap over the pan and put it in the freezer.
"Now we wait another eternity," Ib said, and went back to pick up her book.
"Hey, I thought you said you weren't hungry," I teased.
"Now I am. I wasn't a minute ago," she smiled. She went back to the living room, and I went to the music room to get a book. I saw a book about Guertena, and picked it up then went to the living room to join Ib. I reclined on the couch and read, when I heard a whimper.
"Ib?" I said, and sat up. The small girl had a single tear trickling down her face, and I put my book down and sat next to her.
"What's up?" I said.
"Old Dan... Little Ann..." she said slowly.
"Oh, Ib..." I said, and put my arm around her. It brought many childhood memories back... it's always been a great book. Ib turned around, dropped the book, then put her arms around me. I patted her back, and I could tell she was feeling better when she picked the book up.
"This book is too sad..." she said, and threw it gently on the couch.
"Yeah... it's a sad novel. But now it's time for dinner," I said, and she brightened up instantly.
"I'm starving..." she said, and I got up and took the noodles out of the freezer. I unwrapped the foil over the pan, and I boiled some water. Ib put the noodles in the water, and started to cook them while I took some pork and vegetables to put into the noodles.
"Can I just eat this now?" she asked anxiously.
"Just wait-it'll pay off," I said, and poured the pork into the noodles. I got the vegetables and Ib moaned.
"No vegetables... please?" she said. I paused for a moment, then took my hand back.
"Alright... but only this once," I said, and put them back in the freezer.
"If I asked that to my parents, they would get mad," she said.
"Well, parents are like that," I said. I took the handle of the pan and poured the noodles onto a large plate. A pleasant scent filled my nostrils, and I grabbed two bowls from the pantry. I filled one about half way for Ib, and I filled mine a bit higher.
"Here, careful... it's hot," I said, handing her her bowl. She took it and opened the drawer to get chopsticks. I took my bowl and sat down at the table. Ib came over and sat, and slid a some chopsticks to me.
"Thanks," I said, and we ate. I looked at Ib, and for some reason it looked as if she had sorrow in her eyes.
"Are the noodles okay?" I asked, she she nodded.
"They're good," she said, and kept on eating. I slurped up the noodles and finished my bowl, and went to the plate to get more. Ib followed and got a little more, and we finished almost at the same time. I wrapped up the leftovers, and I put them in the fridge. Ib was sitting on the couch, just sitting with a sorrowful look in her eyes. I went over and sat next to her.
"Hey... are you still sad from the book?" I asked.
"No..." she said quietly.
"What is it? I know something's bothering you..." I said.
"Well... I was..." she said almost inaudibly.
"What's up? You can tell me," I said.
"Will there be a day... when I get older... we'll have to part?" she asked. I blinked.
"Huh?" I said.
"When I grow up, will I have to leave you?" she asked.
"N-No... not if you don't want to..." I said.
"I don't want you to leave.." she said quietly.
"C'mere Ib..." I said, and she put her arms around me.
"I want you to stay with me..."
"I'll always be with you, Ib,"
I don't know if that was anything of a one-shot to you, but it just made me feel better writing it, you know. I'll write more when I'm bored, so don't expect this to get updated every day. An