Sinbad's RV lived up to it's hype. Everything was color coordinated and stylish, as promised.
The floor was a dark brown marble- or at least looked like it. The kitchen looked as if it were taken out of a home magazine: dark counters with light marble accompanied by matching cupboards and fridge (Jafar did seem like a part time interior designer). By the kitchen there were booth tables on each side with cream vinyl seats stretching around them.
Thankfully, they left at three in the morning. It was getting closer and closer to summer which meant birds chirping and the sun rising at times which would normally be inappropriate. Had it been any lighter Yamuraiha was sure her father would see that it wasn't Pisti's sister driving, but the overly confident Sinbad.
Yamuraiha said goodbye to her father with ease however and she ran to the RV with her suitcase in tow.
"Pisti I thought you were going to get your sister to drive us to Sinbad's!" Yamuraiha said as she panted when she ran in. "Why didn't you even warn me?" Yamuraiha's questions turned to silence when she noticed Pisti sleeping on Spartos's lap.
He gave Yamuraiha a sheepish grin. "Sorry, she fell asleep at my house after she came over to show me her suitcase." He tucked some of Pisti's loose hairs behind her ear. "I couldn't get her to wake up no matter what."
"Oh yeah, she tried to maul me before," Sharrkan spoke up, but Yamuraiha couldn't see him.
Was the place really that big that she couldn't find a tall, snarky guy, or was it just because she was tired?
"Where the hell are you?" Yamuraiha squinted her eyes.
She saw Masrur leaning on the kitchen counter and doing, well- it looked like he was making himself a snack, but one could also argue he was pounding granola into a bowl with his bare fists for fun. And Pisti was fast asleep on Spartos's lap. She hadn't really seen Jafar or Sinbad yet, but she knew he was driving once she got a closer look at driver's seat. And she knew that anywhere Sinbad was; Jafar was also close.
"BOO!" Sharrkan interrupted her thoughts as he abruptly grabbed her shoulders.
She shrieked and shook off his grasp. "I could have socked you in the nose! How did I not even notice you behind me?" She put her hand on her chest. "Don't scare me like that."
Sharrkan's lips tightened. "I didn't think you would scared,"
"It's fine, I'm just high strung because I just lied to my dad and it's three in the morning,"
Jafar came out from the driver's room. He wore a cap that said 'first mate' on it and an unusual smile.
"So," he clapped his hands together, "I'm glad you could make it Yamuraiha, hope you got everything ready because we aren't going back for anything."
"Yes everything is in order I think I quadruple checked my stuff,"
"I think I forgot something," Sharrkan raised his hand.
"Huh what is it?!" Jafar questioned.
"The reason why you're wearing that embarrassing cap," he flicked his hat.
Jafar became a pale pink color. "SIN, I TOLD YOU IT WAS A BAD IDEA TO HAVE CAPTAIN-FIRST MATE HATS!" he yelled as he went back into the driver's room.
"Well now that, that's over," Sharrkan picked up Yamuraiha's suitcase. "I'll put it in the storage compartment if you don't mind?"
"No that would be nice thanks,"
She sat down in the booth opposite to Spartos and Pisti (they had fallen asleep, and she didn't want to be a bother). Sharrkan sat down next to her.
"So how do you like it?" he asked her.
She felt his elbow brush up against hers. His eyes staring at her intently, waiting for an answer. It was in that moment she saw how beautiful he was. She realized she liked him for his personality yes, but now she noticed how attractive he was as well. His skin was practically perfect (she couldn't find a blemish in sight), his lips were big, he had cheekbones which were unnaturally high, and his jaw was so sharp it could probably cut cheese.
Was he always this good looking? Or was it her conscious making him look better because she had fallen for him?
"It's really great, I'm glad I'm here." she answered.
Now would be a good time to stop staring at him. She reached into the pocket of the oversized jean jacket she had borrowed from her dad and pulled out her notebook. She didn't have to look him in the eye and accept her feelings if she was reading her script for the play.
"Are you going to practise your lines? Right now?"
"Well they are in front of me? And besides what else am I going to do right now? Can't hotbox the bathroom Jafar will just throw me out of the vehicle while it's moving," she joked.
He laughed. "Yeah, can't do that,"
"What do you usually do on these trips?"
"Just forget about everything and enjoy the scenery." He took a deep breath. "Hear that?"
She listened, but she couldn't hear anything other than the whir of the wheels and Spartos and Pisti's quiet snoring. She shook her head.
"Exactly, now is the perfect time to focus on something you want to focus. Or get some rest,"
"Actually I'm not tired at all, if anything I'm super nervous so I don't expect myself to fall asleep anytime soon."
"Well, I'm just going to doodle," Sharrkan pulled out a notebook similar to hers except it had blank pages, and a pen.
"I didn't know you drew,"
"I don't really, I'm trying to get into it. So far I can draw some animals well, and watermelons."
Yamuraiha stretched her arm across the table. "Draw on me." she said. "Just no profanity."
"Are you sure?"
She shrugged. "What else is there to do, and besides I want to criticize your skills,"
He rolled her eyes at her statement. "Thanks Yamuraiha." His hand held down her wrist and he began pushing the pen down on her skin (it tickled more than it should have).
She watched as he put his full concentration into the drawing. It was rare to see him not half ass something, usually things would come easily to him. He memorized his lines for the play with ease, and anything that he did he would treat as a game or breeze through. She liked to see him struggle, as strange as it may have sounded.
Yamuraiha noticed the faint light coming from the other window. It was becoming morning, she noticed more cars moving alongside them.
"You like birds right?" Sharrkan asked.
"I don't have any qualms against them."
Sharrkan chuckled. "Qualms, hah, you're so pretentious Yam." He put his thumb in from of her mouth. "Spit, I made a mistake."
"Can't you use your saliva?" She moved his hand with hers.
"You want to use my saliva on your arm as pen eraser? I'm down, but I'm pretty sure you won't be."
"You're right," Yamuraiha grabbed his hand and brought it up to her mouth. "This is actually so gross- why don't you use water?"
"Because it's like four in the morning and I'm tired, and the water is all the way over there,"
"You're pointing to a place that's two steps away from you, we're in an RV not- wait, I had a joke for this,"
Sharrkan spit on his thumb and began erasing. She wouldn't notice while she was searching for her joke. He was sure that it wouldn't be that good of a joke, but he would have still laughed. It wouldn't be because he was trying to impress her or anything, no, it would be her stupid expression and snorts that would make him laugh. He could tell when she wasn't being genuine, but when she was he experienced the same feelings he did as when he would come home into unexpected warmth after freezing outside.
"Hey did you just rub your spit on my arm?" She tried to jerk away the hand he was drawing on, but with no success as he held it down tightly. "Sharrkan you're seriously gross!"
"I'll let you spit on my arm if that makes you feel any better,"
She sighed. "No it won't make me feel any better, two gross actions don't make a right."
"It depends what the gross actions are, a lot of them are definitely right." He winked at her.
Her eyes widened and her mouth flew open.
"Sorry!" he corrected himself, remembering jokes like that didn't resonate well with her. "I wasn't making a pass at you-"
"It's alright," she said nervously.
"Anyways, it's done," he let go of her wrist. "I drew two budgies, I'm not that great at most things, but birds are easy to do,"
Yamuraiha studied the two birds on her arm. They were exceptionally well done, and in such a short amount of time too! It would have taken her two hours, but it took him twenty minutes.
"You're full of surprises aren't you?"
"It took you until now to realize?"
She shook her head. "No I always knew, just took time to admit it." She put her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind if I use you as a head rest do you?"
"Only because you don't smell like an old woman this time."
She laughed. "You're really awful you know that?"
"Yeah, but you're still friends with me anyways,"
Writer: finally some actual sharryamu moments... HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PLEASE REVIEW AND MAYBE GIVE SUGGESTIONS WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF? I'll try to write some stuff in based on suggestions!