2A/N: Neah just keeps getting harder and harder to write. And Wisely is a little bewildered potato in this chapter I'm so sorry. Promise that he'll get ahold of himself next time. I hope you enjoy anyways.
Neah shifted around the bags and fiddled with the lock. He cursed. Apparently, he had left the keys inside and the door locked behind him.
"Here, take these", Neah put the rest of the load on me. He either ignored or didn't hear my terrified squeak, but he turned on his heal and somehow elegantly ran over to the side of the house, scaling the wall. Neah slid into the window, graceful.
I mean, not like I noticed.
It was a few minutes before he deigned to unlock the door for me.
"Oh, sorry there friend."
He took the load off of me and set it in the doorway, helping me to my feet and closing the door behind us.
"You squished. My. Insides", I huffed at him.
"I'm sorry, Wisely. Won't happen again."
Neah shoved a pair of dry, clean clothes into my hands, spun me around, marched me into the bathroom down the hall, and closed the door behind me. I must've stared at the door handle for 5 minutes or so before it occurred to my brain to change.
Why is Neah being nice to me?
The scarf was soaked, it kept dripping down my face, tickling my nose. I sneezed. I looked in the mirror at the brown and white casuals that were too long at the sleeves for me, and laughed. Cozy.
I peeked my head out and looked around. The paint on the white walls were chipped in places and the older paintings hung in the hallway were dusty, but still jovially speaking of long ago laughter in the bright colors and swirls. I love that sentence. Speaking of long ago laughter in the bright colors and swirls. Neah's house is lovely.
I wiggled out from the little crack I made from the doorway and tiptoed over to get a closer look. In one of the paintings there was a mother tigress cuddling her 2 cubs. I smiled. I swear I heard someone cough from upstairs, though.
Moving on, I headed over to the living room, sitting down in front of the hearth. Several minutes passed staring into the flames.
Neah padded down from the burgundy-red carpeted stairs. I love that shade of red. Ok, refocusing. He had an empty bowl and used spoon in his hands. Someone coughed again, stopping Neah, looking like he was waiting for someone to call for him. They did not, and Neah, still graceful as ever, walked over and sat in front of me. Setting the bowl next to him, he leaned in close enough to boop our noses together.
"Hello there again."
"L-long time no see."
He leaned back, the curiosity back in his eyes. A small smile for me.
"I'm sorry for dragging you here randomly."
"Oh...um, it's ok. Is someone sick?"
"Mm..my mother and my brother have come down with a nasty cold. Why were you out in our field?"
Oh yeah.
"I was walking out in the rain and found it."
Neah shook out his hair as if there was still water pouring down on him. Observation: He does not like water in his hair.
"Do you do that every time it rains?"
I nodded.
"Let's play outside next time it rains, ok?"
I was nervous. Playing usually isn't what other kids my age want to do to me, and I see the venom in their eyes however much they seem to veil it. Neah looked real. So instead I said, almost hopeful,
"Really?"
"Mhm. Why not?"
"I don't have any friends, and..."
"You have me, fruit."
"S-see you t-tomorrow?"
"Love to", Neah winked.
As I left, I swore I saw the hearth metamorphosis into a mantis green color. I shuddered. I thought my nightmares were supposed to stay inside my head.
A/N: Please note that this a work in progress and details will sometimes change randomly depending on what I like. I hope you enjoy it anyways, because this is so much fun to write and explore in for me. Sorry if the updates are spacey :/. But I think I can get you something on 06/15/17, ok? Love!~
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