Chapter 19: Rained (Indie’s POV)
I think we’ve just been lying in my bed in silence for at least an hour. Occasionally, he would ask me something and I would answer. Then I would ask him something and he would answer. And we both stared at my ceiling the entire time.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, turning to look at him this time. I was surprised when I found him already watching me.
He shook his head softly.
“Well, I’m hungry.”
“Then go eat.”
“Will you make me something?”
He rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Can’t you make yourself something?”
“I’m not very good at cooking. Moretz’s better than me but she’s working.”
“Hmm, I bet Bourbon’s helping her with that.”
“You brought Bourbon?” I grinned.
He nodded.
I nudged his arm with mine. “Answer me. Will you make me something?”
“No, you should make it on your own.” He shook his head and turned to look at the ceiling again.
“Why not?”
He rolled onto his side, looking at me. “Because.”
“Because?”
“Just because,” he smirked, using my words from last night.
“Wabara,” I pleaded, scooting closer to him.
“What do you think Moretz thinks we’re doing right now?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know. Why?”
“I’m just curious. What would people think if they saw us going into a room together and not coming out for hours?”
“It’s only been an hour,” I deadpanned.
“I’m just asking hypothetically,” he smiled, pulling me closer.
“They would think of horrible things.”
“Horrible things we’ve already done?”
I nodded slowly. And then just to scare him and give him a little heart attack, I said, “Wabara, I like you.”
He went completely stiff and just stared at me in shock.
“You’re good company,” I smirked, remembering when he scared me that same way a while ago. I chuckled, starting to climb off the bed. “If you’re not going to make me anything, I’ll make it myself.”
He pulled me back down, making me whine. “Would you tell me if you actually liked me?” he asked, not even a hint of sarcasm or humor in his voice. He was dead serious, he really wanted to know.
I shook my head slowly.
“Why?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing just a bit.
“Because you’d leave me,” I whispered.
He blinked, his face void of any emotion or reaction.
I took that time to slip out of the room and into the kitchen. Bourbon ran over as soon as I opened the door and started trying to climb up my leg. I chuckled, scooping him up. I walked to Moretz and sat down beside her first, putting my head on her shoulder.
She took her headphones off, resting them around her neck, and turned to me. “He’ll break your heart, my pretty little girl,” she whispered.
“I’m starting to believe that,” I said, lifting my head and looking at her.