Young Writers Society

"Ehh. Then, not a dragon....a cow. There it is, a cow." I say, looking at him once again, thinking he called me beautiful, but he is so wrong. He is the beautiful one

As I think it, I feel a blush come to my neck and cheeks. "Uhhhh....So about my brother's room. You still need it??"

"Yes, I am, As you could tell not Thors favorite person right now and Hela is after me as well," I look her in the eyes, "Knowing what you do know will I still be welcome?"

"Yes. Unless you go around pulling stupid pranks on me, then I will stab you as you sleep." I grin, as I pull into my drive way. "This ones mine."

The big apartment towers over us as we pull in the car garage.

Here is what the rooms look like:

"Oh, well it seems nice."
((Bathroom))

((Oh yah))

Ahh...It depends on if you like black and green." I unlock the front door.

I raise an eyebrow and look at my outfit and back at her.

"Ha! I know. I know. It was painted for you, as mt brother's was for Thor..." I trail off... "Opps."

"It is okay I have had to sleep in rooms painted by Thor."

"Okay...The living room will do then. My brother was ten, and he was obsessed with Thor, but he thought you were funnier." I walk into the white living-room, my eye linger on the picture of Jack on the wall, his red hair and blue eyes shining.

I look at the picture of the child,"How old was he??", I ask this tenderly yet not expecting an answer.

"When he died he was just about to turn eleven. It was his birthday." I say, rubbing my hand across his face.

Then, I feel a tear slide across my face. "I just... I miss him. I was his guardian. And I let him go to his friends house... and..." I run into my bedroom, and close the door, letting my tears fall.

"Well, I've done it now..", I say exasperatedly, my blasted charm every time I am around a woman she burst into tears or hits me. Man aren't I a ladies man.

I look at myself in the mirror, and look at the ugly cheeks that tears now trail down, and then I see it shine.

The razor blade that lays on my shelf. I walk over and pick it up... just as a sob breaks from my throat, making a really loud sound.

"I cant." She tosses it across the room, and it slides under the door by accident. "Shit!" She goes to get it before he can see it.

I was pacing around the room rubbing my hands through my hair when I saw it I picked it up i know what depressed humans do with sharp objects from observation and movies hopefully this plight does not plaque her,"You don't shave do you?", I frown, "I don't think your of age..." I look into her eyes searching for any thing to tell me she wouldn't do that, hurt herself like that..

I say nothing, I just look away, around the room, at anything but his eyes.

When he looks at me I feel like he is mentally undressing me.


((sorry i saw a meme and had to))