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The other side of the line was quiet for a moment. Finally, a loud sigh was released. "Do I really have to clean?"
"No." She giggled. "You wouldn't do it right anyway."
"Gee, thanks," Chance said dryly.
"I'll be right over after I get dressed," Mykie said, pulling back her comforter and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
Mykie dug through her drawers and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved sweater. After she pulled the clothes on, she stepped out of her room. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed her brush on the sink counter to pull it back into a low ponytail. Satisfied with the way she looked, she left the bathroom and grabbed her Cantil jacket along with her bag and keys from her room before heading over to the front door. She’d been neglecting it before the meeting with the Harpers, so it was about time that she pulled it out of the back of her closet.
She was bent over, pulling on her shoes when there was a knock at the front door next to her ear. She stood up fast, fear rushing through her body that the person on the other side would open the door and hit her in the head. She waited a moment for the door open, but there was only a tentative knock on the wood again.
She shrugged. If it was Noah, he’d be too polite and uncomfortable with just walking in.
She pulled the door open, a bright smile on her face. “I’m leaving now, but did you guys get over your little tiff?”
Her smile dropped when she wasn’t met with a pristine blonde and a brooding blackette, but instead a silver, fluffy-haired boy and wavy-haired brown-haired boy. They weren’t dressed beyond T-shirts, jackets, and sweatpants.
“I don’t think we were fighting recently,” Corbus said with a shrug.
“You were argumentative two nights ago,” Caspar said in a dry tone and adjusted his crutches under his arms.His face looked much better than it did the last time she saw him. His bottom lip has healed and the bruising around his eye bone was almost nonexistent.
“All right, so we haven’t foughttoday.” Corbus rolled his eyes.
“What are you guys doing here?” Mykie sighed and crossed her arms.
“Renly’s being a bit of an ass. No one can talk about you or to you without him giving a lecture,” Caspar muttered. “He told me to get out, if I believed you so much. It’s getting ridiculous.”
“I didn’t feel like watching him hobble his way down the hill, so I offered him a ride,” Corbus said. “Plus, Ren won’t talk to me, now that he found out that I tried to call you. I needed to hear things from you.”
Mykie looked behind her into the apartment then back at the boys, suddenly indecisive. “I’ve got a meeting with Chance, so you can either leave or come with me. Chance is going to want to see you, though, Caspar.”
Corbus grinned. “Well, I’ll come along, too, just to see Caspar be awkward.”
“Come on, then. I should have left ten minutes ago.” Mykie stepped out of the door and closed it behind her. The boys stepped back from the door to give her room. She turned and led them towards the stairs, as it was the only way to get to the bottom floor. She thought about it, and it made her feel extra special that Caspar hopped all way up.
Corbus helped Caspar down the stairs with his crutches. For two people that seemed to be enemies, they seemed to be getting along now.
"Do you mind walking?" Mykie asked, swinging her keys around her finger. She looked Caspar over as he took a minute to stand at the bottom of the stairs, his breath ragged. "Where we have to go is only around the corner."
He nodded. "One more extra week of this then I can start walking again."
"Are you still in pain?" she asked as she walked over to the front door and held it open.
"I haven't tried to walk on it, so I don't know. I'm afraid to try after the time you touched it at the hospital," he murmured.
"You should be fine, Cas. They only tell you six weeks to keep you from injuring it again by trying to walk too soon," Corbus stated, following him out the door.
"Maybe at Chance's, you can try to walk a little. Or, at least, put some pressure on it," Mykie mentioned as she closed the door. It was one of those confusing fall-like winter days where the sun was out, and the snow had melted until it barely covered the ground. There wasn't anything but a light breeze in the air, either. She wished it would stay like that for a little longer, but she knew the temperamental New York weather would do whatever it felt like doing. Sometimes she imagined the proverbial gods rolling dice over the state to decide how they should make the weather that day.
She led the way around her apartment building’s street and down almost two blocks to Chance's door. She risked asking them about Blaine, though she told herself that she didn’t really care what he thought of her.
"He won't talk to me because I 'always take Renly's side'. I don'talwaystake his side! I disagree with him all the time!" Corbus huffed.
"I think Blaine is right to think that. You haven't exactly spoken up whenever Renly calls Mykie a—sorry, Mykie."
"Caspar, I've probably heard worse than whatever Renly has to say about me," she said over her shoulder.
"He's calling you a murderer," Caspar murmured.
