Status: Weekly updates - planning a rewrite for the earlier chapters soon
Wilted
Lavandula
“How have you been doing?” Xander asked, sat upright in his uncomfortable chair. “Made any friends?”
I scoffed at his questions and was met with a disapproving stare.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be serious. No, Xander I have not made any friends. I’m in a loony bin, they’re all crazy.”
Xander ignored the rudeness in my tone. “What about you? You still calling yourself a loony?”
“I never called myself crazy. I think everyone else is.”
“Sane people don’t set things on fire.”
“Yeah they do. Campfires, candles, hobs…”
“Sane people don’t set buildings on fire.” Xander cut me off with a snap.
He groaned at his own tone and ran his hands through his curls. They were starting to grow unruly.
“I’m sorry.” He quickly apologised. “I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s true.” I shrugged. He never meant harm in what he said. He was always trying to help even when I battered him away.
There was silence for a moment, both of us worried of what to say. “You going back to our roots?” I asked with a smile, and pointing at his unruly afro.
“Just haven’t had time for a haircut.” Xander replied solemnly.
I frowned, “How are you feeling, Xander?”
He shrugged, his hand going back to his hair. “I’m just a bit stressed I guess. You’re in here, work is hell, mum is being her usual self. It’s all a bit.” He paused and smiled softly, “Guess I understand a bit why you’re in here now.”
I shook my head, “Not quite. But it’d be best to keep it that way."
I scoffed at his questions and was met with a disapproving stare.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be serious. No, Xander I have not made any friends. I’m in a loony bin, they’re all crazy.”
Xander ignored the rudeness in my tone. “What about you? You still calling yourself a loony?”
“I never called myself crazy. I think everyone else is.”
“Sane people don’t set things on fire.”
“Yeah they do. Campfires, candles, hobs…”
“Sane people don’t set buildings on fire.” Xander cut me off with a snap.
He groaned at his own tone and ran his hands through his curls. They were starting to grow unruly.
“I’m sorry.” He quickly apologised. “I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s true.” I shrugged. He never meant harm in what he said. He was always trying to help even when I battered him away.
There was silence for a moment, both of us worried of what to say. “You going back to our roots?” I asked with a smile, and pointing at his unruly afro.
“Just haven’t had time for a haircut.” Xander replied solemnly.
I frowned, “How are you feeling, Xander?”
He shrugged, his hand going back to his hair. “I’m just a bit stressed I guess. You’re in here, work is hell, mum is being her usual self. It’s all a bit.” He paused and smiled softly, “Guess I understand a bit why you’re in here now.”
I shook my head, “Not quite. But it’d be best to keep it that way."
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Holy crap. I updated.