"You wouldn't." He breathes threateningly.
I stare awkwardly at my feet, nervously rocking from one to the other. I really don't want to be in the room when this little spat turns into a full on argument. I have enough of those at home.
Ginger grins evilly. "Oh, but I will. Unless... Oh, never mind."
Harrison shoots into a standing position, gliding to Ginger and hovering above her like a giant. "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't tell mom."
My head shoots up and I can't help but gape at him. He's actually appeasing her wishes? My goodness. I watched silently as Ginger whispered something in Harrison's ear and he grumbled an agreement, before she flitted from the room. He slammed the door shut, groaning while slapping a hand to his forehead.
"That girl's going to be a maneater when she gets older." He stated.
I let out a small laugh. "What'd she ask you to do?"
"I have breakfast duty for the next week, along with laundry duty; and to top that all off, I get to be her taxi. She's a slave driver, I tell you."
I couldn't hide my smile of approval and amusement. Ginger was one smart girl, I had to give her that. She knew how to take her knowledge and use it to the fullest. I admired her ability to manipulate situations to her advantage. If only I had such fortune.
"So, uh, you still not up for breakfast?" Harrison asks after a moment of silence.
"Nah, I have to go pick up my brother. Then it's back to prison." I reply drily.
Harrison lets out an unamused laugh and runs a hand through his wildly curly bed-head. Looking anywhere but at me, his next words come out in a very quick, quiet voice, "You can call me for anything, at any time. Don't forget that."
I smile at him, though he's still not looking at me. Like I would do that... "Okay."
After I head to Ginger's room; I gather my things and get dressed, taking some time to brush my teeth and tie my hair back. It's going to be a long rest of the day, and I'm running on restless sleep. Sam's going to kill me for not being home, and right now, I can't bring myself to care. I blame him for ruining our family, even though I know it's not entirely his fault.
Shaking my head, I exit the Davis household, calling out goodbyes on the way. Ginger walks me to the door, grinning the whole way, like she knows something I don't.
"Have a safe trip home." She calls once I'm down the walkway.
I wave at her in response, and then I'm off to pick up Sky, and to face the undeniably hateful wrath of my stepfather.
I stare awkwardly at my feet, nervously rocking from one to the other. I really don't want to be in the room when this little spat turns into a full on argument. I have enough of those at home.
Ginger grins evilly. "Oh, but I will. Unless... Oh, never mind."
Harrison shoots into a standing position, gliding to Ginger and hovering above her like a giant. "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't tell mom."
My head shoots up and I can't help but gape at him. He's actually appeasing her wishes? My goodness. I watched silently as Ginger whispered something in Harrison's ear and he grumbled an agreement, before she flitted from the room. He slammed the door shut, groaning while slapping a hand to his forehead.
"That girl's going to be a maneater when she gets older." He stated.
I let out a small laugh. "What'd she ask you to do?"
"I have breakfast duty for the next week, along with laundry duty; and to top that all off, I get to be her taxi. She's a slave driver, I tell you."
I couldn't hide my smile of approval and amusement. Ginger was one smart girl, I had to give her that. She knew how to take her knowledge and use it to the fullest. I admired her ability to manipulate situations to her advantage. If only I had such fortune.
"So, uh, you still not up for breakfast?" Harrison asks after a moment of silence.
"Nah, I have to go pick up my brother. Then it's back to prison." I reply drily.
Harrison lets out an unamused laugh and runs a hand through his wildly curly bed-head. Looking anywhere but at me, his next words come out in a very quick, quiet voice, "You can call me for anything, at any time. Don't forget that."
I smile at him, though he's still not looking at me. Like I would do that... "Okay."
After I head to Ginger's room; I gather my things and get dressed, taking some time to brush my teeth and tie my hair back. It's going to be a long rest of the day, and I'm running on restless sleep. Sam's going to kill me for not being home, and right now, I can't bring myself to care. I blame him for ruining our family, even though I know it's not entirely his fault.
Shaking my head, I exit the Davis household, calling out goodbyes on the way. Ginger walks me to the door, grinning the whole way, like she knows something I don't.
"Have a safe trip home." She calls once I'm down the walkway.
I wave at her in response, and then I'm off to pick up Sky, and to face the undeniably hateful wrath of my stepfather.
