sparks

16 - Rome

- parental abuse

- Dream

Sapnap and I lounge in the field of a back garden. Its around midday, I'm pretty sure.

Quackity and George left some time around eleven to play tennis, Quackity swearing he would be able to beat George.

For some reason, I doubt him.

Its a cold day. The coldest since we've been here, by far. The breeze is swift, but the sun is still high in the sky, even though it really isn't giving off any warmth.

"It doesn't feel like Christmas Eve" Sapnap announces suddenly, filling the quiet garden.

I pick at a few little white daises next to me.

"I know, not without the snow" I agree.

Sapnap bounces his knee a little, sitting up next to me.

I stay laid back, my eyes closed.

"Is it just me" Sapnap starts slowly, and quietly, "or is Georges dad, um, a little..."

I wait for him to finish, but he never does.

He trails off, his sentence hanging heavily between us.

"Intense?" I offer.

He nods, but looks like he wants to say more.

"Go on" I encourage.

For a minute I think hes going to just move on, but maybe it just takes him a second to think of what he has to say.

"I get weird around him" he shrugs, "he gives me a really shit feeling, I don't know what it is."

I'm not going to say anything about what I know to Sapnap, even though hes Sapnap. I don't think George wants them to now, so I just stay quiet.

"Yeah, hes a bit odd" I agree.

A long howl of wind prickles through the air, raising the hair on my arms. It makes it seem like the wind agrees with us too.

Sapnap moves on, anywho. He lunges his arms out, yawns, and then cracks each of his knuckles.

"What time did George tell us to be ready by? To go to town?" Sapnap asks, climbing to his feet.

I sit up now. "Six, I think."

Sapnap pulls me to my feet after I outstretch a hand, asking for help. "And what time is it now?"

My feet find themselves following blindly behind Sapnap, not wondering about where he's leading us.

"I don't know, I don't have my watch on" I reply.

Shouts come ringing from the distance, and now I cop that he's probably leading us to George and Quackity. I wonder what the tennis courts look like.

Sapnap bumps into my shoulder as we walk, something neither of us notice anymore. Its just how we walk now.

I haven't seen George or Quackity at all this morning. Both were up and out before either Sapnap or I were even awake.

Its odd for Quackity, I'm normally the one up early, and I really don't know how George did it, considering we were up until at least six on the balcony.

Sapnap and I round the corner, and I don't even know why I'm shocked by the size of the courts.

Everything they own seems to be ten times bigger then it has to be.

My eyes wander to Georges arms as we get closer, in a white short sleeved sporty looking shirt, that has a small little sewn in picture of a bird on the breast.