The Reborn

“Chubby bunny.” I mumbled and tried to smirk at Leaf.

He glared and shoved another marshmallow in his mouth. “Chubby bunny.”

I glared at him and at the marshmallow in my hand. I shoved as well as I could the puffy thing in my mouth. “Chubby bunny.”

“Chubby bunny.” he shove his fifth marshmallow in his mouth and I don’t think that I can shove another one in my mouth. I can barely breath.

I chewed the marshmallows a little and shoved another one. “Chubby bunny.”

Leaf started to laugh at my face with some marshmallows sticking out of my mouth and chubby cheeks. Unfortunately for me, I was sitting across from him and when he laughed the marshmallows flied out of him mouth on me.

I ran to the sink and gagged all the marshmallows out of my mouth and Leaf was still laughing.

“Stop laughing! You just spit on me and it’s gross.” I said as I got out of my hair a wet with droll marshmallow.

“You’re face was so red and you looked like a hamster with those squishy cheeks.” he whizzed out trying to breath normal.

I rolled my eyes and slapped him on the back, making him to spit out the rest of the marshmallows. “Whatever, but I wined since you spit out first.”

He pulled out his wallet and slammed a 100 dollars bill with an irritated look, but it’s not my fault that he’s stubborn. He knows that I never lose at games that implies food of any kind and it’s not the first time when I beat him at a challenge. Last time we seat upside down, dandling from a tree to see who can resist more. His left give out and he fell after 1 hour.

“Aww. Don’t be such a loser. It’s just a game and a 100 bill. That’s not so bad.” I said pinching his left cheek and he glared at me.

“Yes, but my ego is bruised! A girl beaten me up at an eating game and it’s not the first time!” he yelled frustrated.

“Tehnicly, it’s a shoving food game and put some ice on that one and get over it. Be a man!”

He raised from his seat with a determined face. “You’re right! I’m going to train myself until I’ll beat you at something!”

I groaned and facepalmed myself. “That’s not what I said, Earthquake! I said move on, not hold on to impossible dreams. I’m too good for ya to beat me.”

“NO. I’ll beat you at something even if it’s the last thing I’ll do. My pride is in the game so I can’t stop.” he said and stormed out of the room with determination write on his face.

I scoffed. Boys and their stupid pride. That’s why they aren’t even texting us first anymore. Not that I’m sexist or something, but I hate to text someone first especially text to boys first.

My drawing pad is on the counter and it’s calling me so I hopped on a chair and started to doddle random things since I don’t have something in my mind. The doddle turned out into an eye and I’m trying to choose the right colors and shades of colors. My hands moved like they had a mind of their own and took out all the black colors.

I’m wondering who’s eye is that one.

Shut up. He has beautiful eyes and I like that color. I want to at last try to get that shade just on point.

I bit my lip in frustration. None of this shades are the right one. That black color is like pure abyss and my crayons are too light shades. They are too light even if I draw his eyes when they lit up in excitement and they do that cute twinkle thing. God, that twinkle and that dimple will be the death of me.

“Wow. You really are good at drawing. It looks so real.”

I screamed and turned around with my crayon, ready to stab the new threat. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Gaze??!” I hissed with widen eyes.

“Sorry. I didn’t meant to scare you and really? A crayon? That’s all you’ve good?” he said with his hands raised.

“Well, I’m sorry that I wasn’t expecting anyone to come and scare the shit out of me!” I glared at him as he chuckled. That cute and deep chuckle.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

I smirked as I turned back to my drawing. “Apology not accepted. And you never apologised for what you told me yesterday.”

He shifted and took a seat next to me. “That’s why I was looking for you. I wanted to apologize, so I’m sorry for yelling at you and telling you that you’re irresponsible. I was just very worried and stressed. I’m still stressed, but then I was even more stressed if that’s even possible.”

“I’m stressed too, but I don’t call people things and I’m not a bitch. Mostly because I’m always a bitch, but in conclusion I’m not forgiving you, darling.” I said and tapped his nose with a black crayon.

He looked surprised and a glint of hurt flashed through his eyes. “Come on! I told you that I’m sorry and I really mean it. What do I have to do? I’ll do anything?”

My ears quirked up at anything.

“Anything?” I asked with a smirk and he nodded his head furiously with puppy eyes.

“Yes because I finally made a true friend that understands me and I don’t want to lose her.”

I shook my head and turned to the drawing pad. “We’re not alike, Gaze.”

“But we aren’t so different neither.”

That’s true, but I think that maybe it’s better to not be friends. He does a great job at literally anything here and I know what a bad influence I can be sometimes. I don’t want people telling me that I’m changing him in bad and them to hate me even more if that’s possible.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” he said with a sweet voice and fluttered his eyelashes at me like a little kid begging his mother to buy him something.

I ignored him and tried to contain my smile.

“Pleeease. Pleeease. Pretty pretty pretty pleeease.”

A few moments later (Sponge Bob voice)

“Pleeeeeeeeease.” he whines for the hundred time.

I’m sitting on my chair with only half of my butt since he pulled me into a hug and now my face is buried in his dark blue shirt and I can’t breath. His cologne smells very good, musky and like the ocean, but I still can’t breath.

“FINE. FINE JUST STOP GOD DAMMIT!” I yelled and the bulb above us exploded.

Fuck it. We can always buy a new bulb. Maybe some lightning proof ones.

He pulled me out and shook my shoulders with his hands while his eyes were sparkling in happiness. “This means that I’m forgiven?”

I scoffed and slapped his hands. “No. This means you can do something for me so I can forgive you.”

His smile dropped a little, but he nodded his head. “Fair enough. So what I have to do.”

“You need to give me a dog.” I said seriously and he stared at me like he didn’t herd me.

“A-A what?” he asked with a pained expression because come on. You can’t find a dog everywhere.

“A dog. But I’m not done. A black with gray husky. He needs to be black with gray and he needs to have one black eye and one blue eyes. The left one needs to be the black one and the right one needs to be the blue one. He must be a he and he must have a cute black collar.” I said dreamily and a smile. This is exactly how I want my dog to be and I tried to find one, but I never found one to look this way.

I know that he won’t buy me a dog or the dog I described him, but I want to see what he can give me instead. Leaf bough me the Twenty one pilots album Blurryface and Vessel plus 3 packs of jellies. While there is Aiden that just gave me his credit card and told me to shop until I forget why I’m mad at him. If I’d be Windy, I’d be mad at him all the time to be honest.

He paled visibly and his smile was gone, a thin line taking its place. His shoulders dropped and his eyes weren’t sparkling anymore, they were just plain and sad. For some reason, I don’t like to see him like that and I want so bad to hug him, but I’m not going to.

Come on bitch. Man up.

“Okay. See you tonight, Red.” he suddenly said with a smile and I could see the bulb lighten up in his head.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Okay...”

He winked at me and walked out of the room leaving me here alone wondering what is he planning to do. Since he’s Sharpedon, it must something really good and I’m eager to see what he has for me.

“And of course that I banged her head on the table. Like bitch, this is my men. Touch his and you’re out. And that slut had a boyfriend at that time! Next time I see hear, she won’t see the lights of the next day.” Sparky rambled about how a whore tried to seduce Ash while they were at the mall. Wrong move bitch.

I threw another m&m in the air and cached it with my mouth. “I know those kind of whores. They think that flirting isn’t considered cheating. I heard two girls like that one talking and one asked if flirting is called cheating and I wanted to tell her that- you know what. Let’s play that scene. You’ll be that girl and I’ll be me because that line sounds better if I mimic and move my hands.”

She chuckled. “So girl. If I flirt with someone this means that I’m cheating my babe?” she asked with a high pitched voice.

“I don’t know bitch. If I bail your eyes out with my bares hands even if I should have used gloves, it’s still called animal abuse?” I asked with my left hand raised and a you’re-dumo-as-fuck face.

She burst into a fit of uncontrollable laugh and I soon joined her. We may be sounding like dying hippos, but at last we’re feeling good.

I really missed this kind of moments when we would just laugh like the crazy idiots we are.

“OMG. That was a really good one, Shads. My God, I need to write that one down somewhere because it’s so damn good.” she said holding her tummy.

I wiped my eyes since I laughed so hard that tears were falling out of my eyes. “What can I say. The sarcasm is a family thing.”

She sighed happily and patted my leg. “It was nice to spend some time like we use to, but I have to go now. I promised Ash that we will have a Netflix marathon. Only if he brings the junk, pillows and everything else because I’m too lazy.”

I chuckled because that sounds so Sparky like. “Okay. Go and spend some time with your lover boy. Oh, and please in the name of God use protection. I don’t want a little Ash running everywhere and bite my leg since he’ll be a pain in my ass like his dad.”

“SHADOW!” she yelled with her tomato face and I started to laugh once again.

“Meanie!!” she said and throw a pillow at my face before she disappeared upstairs.

I took the pillow and placed it under my head as I laid down on the sofa. My eyes were almost closed and I almost fell asleep when someone slammed the front door open.

“SHADOOW!!!!” no other then Sharp yelled and I raised my head to glare at him better.

“What?” I snapped and he jumped a little.

“Fuck. I didn’t saw you there.”

I scoffed. “Figured. What you have there?” I asked when I saw that he kept his hands behind him.

Don’t judge me, I’m a very curious person and when I’ll die, the reason would mostly be because I had my nose stuck in someone else’s business.

He grinned and walked closer to me. “Closer your eyes.”

I got up on my butt and stared at him.

“Just do it. I’m not going to kill you.” he rolled his eyes and he is more excited then me because he’s tapping his foot impatiently.

“Fine.” I closed my eyes and I heard his footsteps coming closer to me.

He suddenly stops. “Now open them.”

I opened my eyes and gasped. In his hands was a cute husky puppy that looked exactly how I wanted too. He stared at me and wiggled his tail.

“Do you like it? It’s exactly how you wanted him except that instead of grey he has white, but I think he looks better this way and he’s a good boy. And look at his-”

“Sharpedon!”

He snapped out of his little ramble and looked at me. “Yes?”

I was grinning from ear to ear like a kid on the Christmas day. “I love it! I don’t care if it’s even red instead of grey! He’s gorgeous and I never thought that you would actually buy me a dog. I thought that you would find an alternative like the others did. Who’s a little and good boy?” I addressed the last question to the beautiful puppy in front of me.

He barked and jumped from Sharp’s hands in my lap. My hands automatically started to pat him and scratch his ears.

“So this means that I’m forgiven, right?” Sharp asked and scratched his neck with a small smile.

“Are you crazy? With a gift like this of course you are! I mean just look at his cute little ears.” I cooed and bring the puppy closer to my face. He liked my nose and wiggled his tail while I stated to giggle.

Sharp plumbed down on the sofa next to me. “You can name him. When I bought his collar they asked for his name, but I thought that you’d like to give him a name.”

I nodded my head and looked at the puppy. He curled up in my lap and closed his eyes ready to sleep. “I think I’ll call him Ray.”

“Why Ray? If I may ask ma’am.”

“Ray from ray of sunshine. He lit up my mood from the moment my eyes landed on him and I’m sure that he’ll keep doing this.” I answered as I rubbed the spot between Ray’s ears.

“Then some people should be named Ray too.” he said and I could feel him staring at me.

I smiled and looked at him. “Yeah. They really should.”

He smiled back at me, showing me his pearly teeth and those dimples.

Some people light up my day with only one smile or a single stupid pick up line. Some people are worth your time and you feel like you can trust them and keep them close. But then it’s a part of you that’s completely paranoic and thinks that things will end up bad, but maybe, just maybe, this time the other Ray I’m thinking about won’t do that.

Maybe. The term of probability. The probability or ending up bad or ending more happier than ever.