"Kill yourself," Mattheo said.
"For what, reminding you to take your toothbrush?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"For reminding me of my dad," He sat down next to his bag, pouting.
I tried to picture Voldemort in a baseball cap near a car, telling Theo to keep his toothbrush in his bag while Bellatrix called for Tom asking him not to forget his entire bag.
I shuddered.
"Not Voldy-Moldy, my adoptive dad, I haven't seen him for like the entire summer." He corrected, picking up whatever bird droppings I dropped./p
I nodded, in somewhat relief. The entire summer? What is he, a demigod at CHB?/p
Too bad it's all fiction./p
"And may I just ask, by what standard is 22:20 evening?" Mattheo asked, standing in a corner, wearing his backpack and judging us./p
"Just get in the damn car," Teddy shoved him away from the wall and towards the car./p
He sat in the car. /p
"Erm, Vicky, did you... do the thing I asked you to do?" I asked, shouldering my bag, choosing words very carefully keeping mind of all the people in earshot. /p
"Get in the car. You owe me one."/p
"Thank you! I love you." I called walking backwards. I went over to the back part and sat next to Theo. /p
"What is this car, dude?" Mattheo questioned, examining the coffee machine. /p
"It has lockable doors for all the 4 rows and you can blacken the windows and there's fairy lights." i smiled looking at his child like expression./p
"Maddie and James entered. I tilted my head giving Maddie a death glare. She added space for James while having a conversation with me through her eyes'./p
"'It'll be fine.
'That's what you said last time.'
'I'm caution-ate and he's a pretty boy who's changed for better.'
'Something is wrong with your eyes and brain.'/p
She rolled her eyes and went back to talking with James./p
I shut our door./p
"Viaaaa" Mattheo called, "I'm bored, talk to me."/p
"Shut up adhd kid." I responded./p
He huffed and went back to trying to catch peanuts in his mouth./p
I stared at him for a few seconds, thinking. He seems to respect women, is playful and does not seem to have a problem with the lgbtq+ community. He's my exact type, damn. /p
I told him this, legs and edge of my butt on the seat, leaning against the door./p
His face came closer to mine. "Careful, darling," he tilted his head, "Don't go falling in love with me."/p
Oh my gods. I'm dead. /p
""Oh, don't worry, I won't, because you're going to be the one to fall first and harder." I replied, in a tone I hoped as snarky as his, and not at all shaky./p
Did I just say first? That implies that I'll fall too. I just undermined myself in two damn seconds./p
I looked away. He collapsed back on his seat. /p
I turned and sat the proper way still freaking out/ fan girling in my head, completely losing it./p
He kept his hand on mine./p
Okay, now we gotta back up. Was that an accident? If it was, why isn't he removing it? Why am I happy he isn't removing it? At one point it was somewhat harmless flirting, do I have actual feelings for him now? Was I really going to end up liking a guy I knew for a day? Why am I not demi? That would probably help me establish a good relationship with someone. Why do I care about a relationship now? I thought I was done after the mess of first year spewed up./p
"I thought you weren't going to fall in love?" Mattheo raised an eyebrow at me./p
"Shut up. I was thinking of polite ways to say 'You're just a friend stay in your space'. " I exclaimed snatching my hand. /p
"Of course, I wouldn't expect anything else."/p
It was more frustrating that I was genuinely lying. Would 10/10 be better if that was the truth./p
I felt something droop on my shoulder. Okay, I guess he falls asleep quick./p
Family+Exams+Dog+School+Grades= Very less time+Too less inspo to write some lively shit when you're dead./span/p
And that's our chemistry lesson for the day./span/p
Hope y'all are doing good./span/p
When shit is better, the updating is going to get more frequent, regular and the writting will be better./span/p
Sorry about the '/p', it seems to be a glitch in the system