Through the window

Four

He clears his throat and speaks again, probably getting annoyed that he's getting no where with me. "I used to live here when I was like five, obviously not next to you more like the other side of the town. But my mum always took me to the waterfall, I just forgot where it was but I remember being there. Even though I was five." He rambles on and I roll my eyes looking to my right, away from him.

After a moment or two I look back, "hey Milo" his eyes find mine with a caught off guard look, like he hadn't expected me to speak. He smiles at me and I fake smile back, "I really don't care" his own smile drops and he goes back to fiddling with his beanie.

I just speed up to get some space between us.

Once we're finally at the waterfall he looks in awe as he stares up at the clear splashing water, I'm sat down on the rocks. Which is uncomfortable and really I should just leave him here because my job is done.

But I stay put.

I don't know why, but it's not so bad here. Nice scenery and all, and Milo has shut up now, lucky me.

He also seems not here, like he's staring at the waterfall but he's not actually here from being in awe. I stare at him staring at the water until he sits next to me, my eyes look in front of me and I scoot over away from him a bit.

He huffs and I glance at him, wrapping my arms around my knees that are pulled up against my chest. The rocks are kind of slimy and it's gross, I can't believe I'm actually sitting here. Thankfully I didn't wear any of my good clothes, just a gucci hoodie and black jeans. Nothing special because I was just going biking.

Well, I thought I was just going biking.

"Yes?" I question him with a raised brow and he looks at me before looking back to the water with a shake of his head.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you"

"You certainly don't like me"

"I certainly don't like everyone, stop being such a wuss"

"A wuss? Seriously?"

"Yes a wuss, I don't need to like you so stop trying to make me."

He glances down and closes his mouth, starts picking at a string on his kneecap from his jeans. I probably upset him, I know I did but he needs to leave me alone. Or at least stop trying to be friendly with me because I don't want friends.

Wasn't that clear already.

I shake my head from my thoughts and go to stand up, "I'm going, I don't even know why I'm still here" before I could leave a hand is around my wrist. Pulling me back to the floor.

I sat down with an 'umph' and look at him in shock, but before I could even speak he beats me to it. "Look I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just wanted to know why you don't like me." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not mean on purpose" he looks up through his strands of hair sticking out and snorts. I scowl at him, "it's just how I am, I was taught that having friends is a weakness."

"Friends aren't a weakness, friends are great to have" he smiles to himself, like he has great friends- probably from his last town. He looked as though he was missing them, I've never felt that. Considering I don't have friends, I didn't understand that feeling of miss.

"Just look at the water and stay silent" and he does.

But a moment later of course he breaks it, "want to play a get to know each other game?" I look at him like he's grown a second head, did he not listen to anything I just said.

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

I look over at him with a clenched jaw, getting annoyed at him whining. "Fine!" I huff out, maybe his plan was to annoy me until I agree which clearly worked.

He smiles smugly but his eyes show he's suprised, he probably thought that it would take me longer to crack but I just hate his voice so much I gave in.

"Go then" i wave at him to get the game started, then maybe it'd end sooner.

He nods and looks out to the waterfall with a thoughtful look, "hmm, what's your favourite colour?" I snort at that basic question, if he wanted to get to know me he'd have to dig a little deeper.

"Green. Why did you move here?" He clamps his mouth shut and glances to me with unreadable eyes. If he was going to panic at every question he shouldn't have mention playing the game, his fault.

"Ask a different question" i look down at my hands at that, his voice was low and not the same chirpy annoying one it always was- from the times I've heard it anyway.

I struck a nerve but my curiously got the better of me, "why did you move?" He looks back at the waterfall and goes silent. The silence spreads for about two minutes until I huff rolling my eyes, giving in again.

"Fine, what's your favourite animal?"

He glances at me through his stands of hair, "dogs" should have known. "How old are you?"

"16, where did you move from- if I'm allowed to ask that question" I huff when asking him because he might get offended again, since he's a baby.

"A town called Ravenswood about an hour or so from here, it's a nice place and I miss it but I wasn't born there" he was born here, then moved to Ravenswood- which i haven't heard of. Probably a poor place, even though he clearly has money. And then he moved back here, and sadly enough next to me.

"What do you want to be when you're older" he questions and I think for a second, not having a clue about the future.

"Well I want to work in fashion somehow, maybe design clothes or something but my father wouldn't allow that." He frowns at that, probably thinking I'm pathetic for doing what my father thinks I should do instead of what I want but I know there's no arguing with him about it.

"He sounds like a shitty dad" he leans in closer to me to tell me that, like it's some sort of secret and my dad is near to hear it. Which almost makes me smile but I bite it away staring down, "you have no idea."

I shake my head, "anyway, how old are you?" I think it's best to stick to boring questions or he might turn into a pussy again. I almost snort my own thought.

"17, why are you such a bitch?" His question suprised me but when I look at his smile I realise he doesn't mean it in a mean way- not fully anyway.

I don't think I act like a bitch, it's just how I am. He's the one who has a problem with it, no one else has said anything about my attitude.

Well, of course excluding my father. He doesn't take my attitude so...lightly.

"Are we done playing this game?" I say instead of answering and he looks at me for a moment before nodding. I get up and dust my jeans off at the back, feeling my ass wet slightly which is disgusting and all his fault for making me come in the woods with him.

"Great, well I'm going now. Try not to get lost, or do it would make my life so much easier" I give him a huge fake smile before turning around and leaving through the trees.

When I get back home I'm moaned at from my mother for getting dirt on the floor. But I don't see why, it's not like she's going to clean it.

And when my father hears me telling her this, let's just say he didn't laugh it off.

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