The jab about lying brought me right back to when we were kids. Anytime I pulled a prank on Neala and I would get caught, I would make up a lie and blame it on her and ever since those times she has hated lairs and lying in general. I always enjoyed pointing out when she was lying, or trying to lie.
The look on her face was priceless.
Neala closed her mouth, blew a large amount of air out through her nostrils and shook with anger as she glared at me. "I'm not lying, and stop calling me that!"
Never.
I grinned. "Weren't you leaving?"
Neala snarled, "I will after I find the doll."
I winked. "Good hunting."
This set Neala on a two-hour hunt in the house in search of the Fire Princess doll. After an hour or so of listening to her complain and curse me, I went into the kitchen and had some breakfast. I cooked some eggs, bacon, sausages and pudding and sat down and ate my little fry up. I asked Neala if she wanted me to make her some food, but she just told me to fuck off so I did just that and had my own meal. She eventually came into the kitchen when she was hungry though, she stopped her search for the doll to have some cereal, but it was only a mini break she was taking then she would get back to her search - her words, not mine.
After breakfast I was stuffed and felt drowsy. A large meal always made me sleepy, but I was mainly tired from not getting much sleep during the night so when I went back into my living room and settled down on my couch I closed my eyes and dozed off within seconds. I opened my eyes when I heard a loud bang, then Einstein's squawks. I sat up right and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I wasn't sure how long I slept for so I glanced to the clock in my living room wall and shook my head. It was after five in the evening. I wanted to go back asleep, but Neala's cursing in annoyance and shouting at Einstein kept me up.
I didn't stand up from the couch after I woke up, I was comfortable and when the house fell into silence I closed my eyes but snapped them open when I heard Neala gasp then squeal in delight.
She had the doll.
I don't know how I knew she had it, I just did.
How the fuck did she find it? I didn't have it out in the open like she did at her house - it was tucked away in my goddamn attic for crying out loud.
Wait.
"Are you up in the bleeding attic?" I shouted.
Silence.
Neala was dangerous when she made noise, but she was lethal when she was silent.
I stood up from my couch and slowly walked over toward the doorway of the living room. When I reached the doorway, I was about to call out Neala's name when she suddenly sprinted by me with a pink box tucked under her arm. She was running for my front door. Her escape was in motion, but I wouldn't let her get away.
Not on my watch.
I ran after Neala and collided into the back of her just as she opened the front door. I grunted when she fell back and took us both to the ground. She wasn't a big girl, but she wasn't as light as a feather either so when her weight slammed down onto my stomach, I dry heaved with the force of it.
I moved Neala off me and groaned in pain. I hissed when I felt an ice-cold pain stab my bare feet. I pushed myself back away from my front door and looked up to see what was cold and painful when it touched me. What I saw caused me to widen my eyes and stare in horror.
"Jesus, Darcy! You didn't have to jump on me- Ohmigod!"
Yeah. Ohmigod.
"Darcy, what is that?" Neala whispered.
I stared at the six-foot tall wall of thick snow in front of me and licked my lips.
I blinked my eyes then swallowed. "It looks like snow, Neala Girl."
Neala gasped, "Does... does this mean what I think it means?"
I groaned as a slight pulsing pain formed in base of my head.
"Yeah, Sherlock, it does," I sighed and looked at my unwelcome houseguest. "We're snowed in."
No.
No. Bloody. Way.
I was not snowed in with Darcy inside his house.
I was not trapped here alone with him.
Just... no!
I scrambled back away from Darcy and the wall of snow and pushed myself to my feet. I turned and ran down the hall and into the living room. I rushed to the window and opened up the blinds and gasped. The snow was built up and completely covered the glass. If the living room lights weren't on, the room would be coated in darkness thanks to the snow blocking out any light from the outside.
"What are you doing?" I heard Darcy ask from behind me.
Trying to find a way out of here.
"The window is blocked up too," I said and turned to face him.
I looked to his hands and growled.
He had the doll box.
"Give that to me," I said.
Darcy rolled his eyes and leaned over and put the doll box on a table next to a lamp. I was momentarily confused, he did what I told him to do but why? I found my answer when I looked at his face and found his eyes almost popping out of his head.
He was about to lose it.
"We can't be trapped in here. No way... check all the windows and doors. There has to be a way out of here!"
I blinked when he took off running down the hall and in the direction of the kitchen. I jumped when I heard him spew out a number of foul curse words. I guessed the kitchen door and windows were blocked with snow, too.
I picked up the doll box and hid it behind the couch then I walked out of the living room and headed down to the dining room. I frowned when I didn't even have go to the window to know it was blocked up with snow as well. The blinds were open, and the snow was pressed against the glass plain as day.
I stared at the glass as my stomach churned.
This could not be happening.
"Please, Jesus, don't do this to me!" Darcy shouted from the kitchen. "Trap me with anyone else but her, please!"
I rolled my eyes.
He was such a dickhead.
I walked out of the dining room and down the hall back into the living room at the same time as Darcy.
"What have I done to deserve this?" he asked me as I sat down on his couch.
I blinked. "You were born."
"I didn't ask to be born," he hissed. "I had no say in the matter!"
I couldn't help it, I laughed.
"You're laughing?" Darcy snapped. "You think us being snowed in together is funny?"
I continued to laugh as I shook my head and said, "No, but if I don't laugh, I'll scream or cry... is that what you want?"