Todos os capítulos de Saving Brownie: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"Let's walk," Clark stated and proceeded to his car."Inside the car?"Clark rolled his eyes and locked the car. Then we both tramped silently, until I started teasing him. "You secretly like to spend time with me Brownie? Don't you---""If I buy you a chocolate bar, will you shut up?" Clark asked and my eyes lit up immediately. I rotated my head conveying a big yes and Clark looked amused. We headed to the local grocery store and on the way, I stopped rambling shit and started to imitate him. It did not take him long enough to figure out that I was copying his every move.He pocketed his hands and since I did not have any pockets in my pants, I just acted like there was one for real. All the people in the street gazed at us since it was clear that I was imitating him. Clark groaned and kicked a stone in annoyance. There was no stone around my area, but I spotted a tin can. I kicked it leisurely and before I knew, I fell down in pain. My toes hurt from kicking that cursed can! I looke

The rays of the mighty sun burned my skin, the sweltering heat draining my energy. However, I was given the chance to bat and I was pretty excited. Ian was bowling while Clark was fielding. I wasn't the best in bowling and when I was given the chance to bowl by sweet Ian, Clark made fun of my efforts. I had to prove to him that I was good and also that I wanted revenge for letting his dog after me. I rolled up my sleeves, cracked my knuckles dramatically and glanced at Clark. He was at a distance and I could imagine him rolling his pretty eyes.I still wanted to know what was the matter about earlier when Clark looked disturbed because I pushed him away and said that he would be alone while Ian and I would be on one team."Ready?" Ian asked and I nodded. I chewed my upper lip as sweat trickled down my forehead. My eyes were focused on Ian's movements of throwing the ball skilfully. I raised my bat and swung it with so much force in an attempt to hit the ball that strangely I felt the

"Come on, Brownie. Come to the carnival with Ian and me," I begged as I tugged at Clark's strong arms. He ignored me like always as he quietly texted on his phone. I tried to peek as to who he was busily chatting with, but he shot me a sharp look, his cold, hard eyes shooting daggers at me."Yeah, George is right. You should tag along with us," Ian said, but Clark ignored him too. Typical.I playfully twirled my hair with my fingers and sat on Clark's lap to annoy him. I thought he would push or shove me away but to my astonishment, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I instantly regretted sitting on his lap and gulped. I could feel his hot breath on my throat as I chose to suppress the weird, tingling sensations. I looked over at Ian who was texting now too. Great! Fucking fantastic! Now both were ignoring me!"George, Clark, I have to go," Ian announced as he got up. "I got some work."Ian left as Clark continued with his texting. I yawned when suddenly I noticed I had a spare, pin

"Aw, Ian! You're so sweet," I cooed as I looked at the bowl from which candies were spilling out. I playfully pecked Ian's cheek in delight and giggled. Clark scoffed as I unwrapped one of the fruity flavoured candy and relished it's tangy taste."I need to wash my hands and face. I'm getting sweaty," I said to Clark and Ian and headed to the open stands where wash basins were located.I hummed some random song and washed my dirty hands when an old man, probably in his late seventies came to wash his hands too. He gurgled and the noise made me gag. I narrowed my eyes at him when suddenly he removed his teeth set and I gasped.I didn't realize it was fake for a few seconds. I blinked rapidly as he coolly washed the fake teeth set. I laughed loudly when realization hit me and all the people nearby looked at us amusingly. I explained to the people in between my laughs and they didn't really get much of the joke. They looked at me as if I just stole their mother and quietly walked away.I

"Hello, George," Ian greeted through the phone and I sloppily got up from bed.I asked wearily, "What happened Ian?""Clark and I were going to-wait, are you alright?" he said, his voice laced with concern and worry."No, I'm sick.""Why? I mean what happened?""It's not that severe---""Do you want me to bring you something? Or take you to the doctor?" he bombarded me with a series of questions and I exhaled loudly.I said a bit forcefully, "No, it's nothing really.""It must be something George. Is it cold or fever?""Neither.""Then what is wrong?" he asked again and I hesitated. "What is it George? You're such a tough cookie, you---""Nothing! I just . . . ate a lot yesterday and my bladder got all weird," I admitted in a low voice, trying my best to not get embarrassed."Oh," Ian said and there was a long pause."Yeah, so I need to go to the bathroom again, you know," I said awkwardly and sprinted to the bathroom."Oh yeah, sure. Take care and if you need anything, you can---""D