Project Jenesis

•Chapter 6•

My drive home is nice. The skies are dark and I hadn't realised I was out all afternoon and most of the evening.  It was nice knowing I can get out of my place. I had a feeling deep down that I'd be leaving more often. I see my driveway to the garage ahead. But the door is open. Only means one thing. Venge is there. Hes the only one with a key besides me.

I pull up and his indigo Malibu is parked by the back entrance of the garage. I lock my UTV in the private garage beside all the Atvs. My hands are trembling as I make my way up the long steps. Is this suicide? Of my feelings? Why and how did I even develop them? I open the door and pretend I don't see him. Hes standing there by the electric car he was supposed to work on earlier. The wiring needed to be fixed on it. So it would start. He is hard at work. Sweat glistens on his shoulders and his sweater is around his waist again. Which means he is in his own world. The laptop is open and his radio is on. I can see his open browser and it is showing some models for new vehicles on it. Is he planning on buying one? Maybe that's why he started working? Here? I am curious and find myself wandering closer but change direction as soon as I see him stand up straight from bending down in the hood of the small car. I know hes going to turn around but I beat him to it and try to make my way to the stairs. I almost make it there when my phone rings. I freeze. Solid. And unmoving.

I take my phone from my pocket and answer it. Without looking. I hear a deep and soothing voice. Rough yet not. "What did you do today?" Its Venge. I stand there. "I drove around." Saying that is partially true. "What did you eat for dinner?" He must be smiling because I swear I heard him smirk into the phone.

"I had burgers and fries..." my voice is low. "Did you have fun watching the fireworks?" I knew it. He was there.

"Sure did love. It was the best!" I said hanging up. Continuing up the stairs. I glanced over my shoulder and hes smiling. Arms crossed with one holding the phone to his ear. Looking at me as I flip him the bird.

It's been three hours and my phone started ringing. I think its Venge. But the number is unknown. I answer and its Adrian. Hes asking to see me tomorrow. I try to tell him I can't because I am supposed to work on a truck with Venge. But I don't say it. I tell him I am just busy. He sounds a little disappointed but he will live.

We end up talking three hours and its four o' eight in the morning.  I hang up and finally try close my eyes as I look at the pale blue walls of my room. My bed is covered in black velvet sheets and pillow cases with a large woven blanket. Its grey and silver. My walls only have a few pictures of some memories I have with my dad and mom. The next one is weird because it's my art I made when I was very depressed that I painted my pain. I keep it to remind myself that everyone has a sad side. The rest are some decor like moons and stars.

I stare at the ceiling and it bugs me to know he smiled and wasn't even fazed. Not like I wanted him to be but still. I close my eyes and drift to sleep.

I look at the clock and turn over. I hear music faintly. Venge must be down stairs. I drag myself from the bed and wander to the kitchen. I smell fresh coffee. But the man I admire is standing there. He is looking at something on his phone. I sit at the table. I lit a cigarette and take a couple drags before I ask what he made. He has scrambled eggs and sausages for us with hashbrowns patties and toast. He sets my plate down for me and we sit there silently. Hes looking at his phone still. I decide to ask him some things. Clarify the air. "Did not know you cook. I thought you relied on takeout." He makes no comment.

"So what did you do yesterday?" I stifle a yawn. He leans back and his eyes trail slowly towards me and I give him the stare like a 'what?' A moment passes and he opens his mouth to answer. Before he could I heard a ring on the bell. We both sit there quietly for a second. His arms move from the table and he puts his plate in the sink. He wasn't able to talk to me today I suppose. I feel I am imagining things. Things like this unknown bond we share which isn't actually there. As if it's one sided. I mentally scold myself again like usual. I also notice I was watching his every movement. His breathing that was calm. I get up because what the hell is wrong with me.