I wake up and yet again I am on the floor. For some reason I always end up on the floor. I look up and she is still asleep.
“Psst, are you awake?”
I looked up at Bartholomew. He stuffed the bird Zoey got the other day. He is a little snooty, but I can tolerate him kinda.
“Um, yes I am…” I adjusted my position to look at him better. “Hey, how come you never fall off the bed?”
He looks at me with a cocky look.
“I just hold onto the blanket whenever she moves during the night.”
I look away and mumble, “Yeah, I knew that.” Nevermind, I don’t tolerate him.
“Anyways, please be quiet, Zoey is starting to move because of your talking, Fredrick.”
He shoots me a glare and then tucks himself back into the blankets.
“Gosh, so intense.”
I turn to face the wall, then I hear a thump. I turn to see what it is.
“What are you doing on the floo—”
“First of all, I am not intense, you just lack structure! And I have class, unlike you!”
I stand up.
“What are you talking about? I have class!”
He looks at me up and down.
“You're a stuffed bear wearing overalls. I don't think that has any class or style to it.”
He laughs.
My cheeks turn hot and my blood boils.
“Why, I oughta.” I raise my fist. Before I could do anything, a loud voice gets closer.
“Zoey, it's time to wake up.”
We both drop down and stiffen up. The bed begins to move and I see her head rise.
“Alright, I am!” She shouts back. She gets up out of her bed and looks down.
“Oh, what are you two doing down here?” She picks me and Bartholomew up and puts us back on the bed.
“There you go!” She walks out of the room.
I turn to Bartholomew.
“I know we don’t like each other, but we have to learn. Zoey loves us both very much and if she knew we could talk and we were fighting, she wouldn't be too thrilled about it.”
Bartholomew looks back at me.
“Well, fine! But I am only doing this for Zoey, alright?”
I give a light smile.
“Okay, me too.”
Bartholomew shifts away from me.
“Um, and your overalls aren't that bad.” He murmurs.
“Really?” I laugh.
“Yeah, they're alright.”
We both laugh. |
