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Chapter four
Chapter four
Zack's POV.
I help James with the dishes again. My body near his just won't make me think straight. I know I'm acting foolish, but when inside thoughts, you think as you like.
On the outside, I wouldn't dare want to do all that I'm thinking, but it's a free world when you're above those cloudy thoughts, letting them carry you into different thinkings, different assumptions, and different wheres. I know it's insane, but I just won't stop. I like the fantasy.
It is still morning, the sun is high in the sky, immersing heats downwards. I breath in, waiting for James to come out. I am at the porch currently, looking straight ahead of me to the barn. It looks like it needs re-decorating. The woods looks tattered, as though termites has been feeding off of them. It needs to be repainted.
James comes to my side in which I never noticed him until the fabric of his clothing touches mine. He is wearing an hawaiian shirt, red and blue colour, in form of circles spread upon the clothes. It is a light dressing, so his nipples are showing outside even though the size of the cloth overs the size of his body.
He adds a black jean, ragged at the knees with few stickers plastered upon it at the thighs, making himself look scorching hot, hotter than the hot sun. And when I tell you that the sun is dangerously hot, that he is more hotter than it then that means he is hell hot. I want to melt, but I have to maintain self conscience. I am not a wayward guy who's into guys anyhow. Nope. I'm a responsible bottom.
The leather-made black cowboy hat he has on today covers his hair again, still not making me able to see the top of his head. He was wearing a knit-made cap this morning when he came to the room, still hindering his head. I don't know why I'm concerned to see his scalp, but I just want to.
"Shall we?" He tells me just before he walks ahead, not awaiting my reply, which makes me pout.
I don't point it out, but walk with him to a path. We arrive at the garage where he has to bend down so he can slide the metal gate upwards, giving us an entrance. It rattles whilst he does that, causing me to give an irritated face. I hate such sounds.
A blue jeep comes into my view, more like a farming trunk. Its tires are wide, and big, spacious so that it can take the slippery ground and speed without much inconvenience to the driver, except that it's body part are small and of normal sizes a typical jeep would have.
James enters through the driver's door, and I take it to myself to take the passenger part, incoming to sit next to him. He starts the car, and it works after few tries where I had to laugh, and he joins in. He pulls out of the garage, and soon away from his house's vicinity.
Something ticks into my head, my eyes widens in realization. "I am so stupid, I forgot to write the letter down." Oh man, I didn't even ask him how the traditional mail system here works. "how does the mail system even work?"
He glances at me before giving a reply, "you don't need a paper, okay? You'll be given at their office, write what you want to write there, and that's it. You submit, and it'll be sent to wherever you want." He pauses when he tilt to a corner. We are moving inline with the clearing at either side of us, the sandy ground, we are riding on. "Mind you, the library is also there. You could find it useful, being that you're a writer."
"Oh, that's nice." I want to add "thanks," but figured it is not asked for, neither required.
We pass by my car, and another thought comes into my mind. I see that it has been moved away from the street to the side of it. The windows are still intact, just for me to know that no one has come there to steal anything. My cloths are the only thing that could be stolen... oh-mi-gosh, my laptop is in there. My phone is with me though. Even my notepad is inside the case, and I'll need it as the plots for my current book is written inside it. How could I forget these important stuffs?
I pick my phone out from my pocket. After the breakfast, I find somewhere in my room to charge a bit.
"Can we please grab some of my stuff when we are coming back?" My tone is high, raised. I am unsure of the question, and when I'm unsure my tone is high-pitched.
"Okay, we will." I nod at him, and look at the dashboard. There's a cord inside, which can be connected to the audio radio, and back to a phone. Soon, I connect them together, and play a music.
James doesn't comment while I do so, I take it as him, not annoyed at my idea. The music comes to life, it's a rap song with quaking beats, sounding underneath the speaker.
The town is beautiful, just like that. That's the simple word one can give it. There are only few people walking on the street, which is an opposition to the big city I was leaving for, yesterday.
This place is quiet, and peaceful-looking, the road is clear such that when we were even coming, there was no traffic. I love the smell of the air, crispy. I could hear the sound of water crashing at a near distance from us. I bet there is a beach around here. I could go visiting sometime. I really think it is high time I wrote down a to-do list.
We've arrived here for the past seven minutes, and now we are on our way to the pharmaceutical store, so James can get medicine for the sick cows, or for whatever is wrong with them.
He is in front of me, leading the way. He opens the door so that I can enter into the store, and I have to smile at him.