Chapter For Snarkythewoecrow

Chapter for snarkythewoecrow

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Steve’s pov

            What a beautiful day.

            …

            Wow. When’s the last time I had a thought like that?

            “Hey, what do you think about…?”

            Wait. Where did he? Did I leave him behind?

            No. There he is.

            I jogged back five paces across the grass.

“Buck-”

            James. He goes by James now. Get it in your head Rogers.

            “James. You alright pal? I lost you for a minute there.”

            I lowered my gaze when he didn’t respond. Took in all the little dandelions and buttercups spread out around his knees. A buttercup was carefully pinched between two fingers. He blinked up at me after a moment.

            “You alright?” I asked.

            Instead of answering he plucked up a few tiny flowers. In a fluid motion he was back on his feet, flowers within his cupped hands, and he was briskly walking away. He didn’t say a word to me the entire way back to the tower.

            Maeve had a shot glass overflowing with buttercups and dandelions on the table as she ate breakfast the next morning. A gift from Jamie she had said. Her smile was soft and affectionate like it always was when she talked about him.

            She’s his best friend now. I can’t compete with what they have.

            I wish… I wish he’d remember me more. I miss him. I miss what we had. He calls me Steven half the time because that’s what she calls me. Half the time he doesn’t speak, just holds up flashcards and she’s fine with that but it’s- it’s jarring for me. I can’t get used to it. I’m trying. It feels impossible sometimes though.

            I skipped breakfast to go on another run. He didn’t even ask me where I was going when I walked away.

            I forgot about the look on his face when he was kneeling among tiny flowers. Forgot about her smile when she showed off her gift. Forgot about the irritation I felt that morning.

            Well, I tried anyway. Stupid perfect memory. And now my sketches are missing. Still missing. Great start to the day. Just perfect.

            “What’s wrong Steven?”

            I tried to keep the irritation from my voice when I answered. “My sketches are missing. I was working on them three nights ago and they just disappeared.”

            Maeve set down her mug of hot chocolate. Tilted her head in thought for a few moments.

            “Oh! Those weren’t for Jamie?”

            I frowned. “Why would you think that?”

            Her brows scrunched together in confusion. “You left them on the kitchen table.”

            “Yeah, but I didn’t think anyone would take them.”

            Her face fell. “Oh.”

            “Ah that’s not- Maeve I- Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

            She shook her head. “Is alright. He… You drew him. That day at the park right? He saw them and he thought that… He thought you left them out for him to have.”

            Oh.

            So that’s-

            “He was so excited he was. Woke me up at one in the morning to look at them,” she said quietly with a little smile. “I’m sorry Steven. I’ll let him know you want them back.”

            “No!”

            She paused in getting up off the couch. Rose a brow when I didn’t add anything. My cheeks started getting hot. Why did I do that?

            “I mean… He can have them. I don’t mind.”

            A beaming smile. She rushed at me to wrap me in a tight hug.

            “Thank you! Oh, he’ll be relieved. Won’t have to take pages out of his scrapbook now.”

            “Scrapbook?”

            She pulled back in surprise. “You didn’t know?”

            Her eyes grew wider when I shook my head. She began to fidget. My growing smile coaxed a little one back.

            “Don’t tell him I told you?” she asked in a whisper.

            I nodded.

            “He gets worried.” She tapped her head. “Amnesia an all. He likes to collect the happy moments he calls em. Pasted your sketches in beside some dried buttercups he had pressed.”

            Oh Buck. I- I didn’t know. You seem like you have everything in hand. I mean things are different now, but you…

            That’s my problem isn’t it? Even when you were freaking out, I didn’t notice. Didn’t see how upset you were under the surface… Or I was only focused on how the changes made me feel…

            “I won’t say anything.”

            She squeezed me in another hug. “Thanks lad.”

            You’re still my friend. Even with everything that’s changed I still love you. You’re still my family. You always will be.

            A chuckle escaped me long after the day had started winding down. It all made sense now. Wanting the movie tickets instead of letting me toss them. Maeve’s missing hair clip that she immediately gave up looking for a day later. Bruce’s missing tea box when he wanted to double check which brand to restock. I bet James cut the cardboard and pasted the top into his scrapbook.

            I’m still getting used to the changes. I’m still learning about who you are now but… if my sketches go missing from the night before or a few flowers get delivered here by mistake and can’t be returned that’s alright. I know Maeve doesn’t mind the last strand of her pink yarn going missing. I don’t mind looking through takeout menus that have squares cut out of them. Anyone who complains can deal with me.

            You save as many happy moments as you want pal. I’ll never get irritated about my stuff going missing again. I hope you like the rainbow stamps I forgot to put away that I got you.

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