Fenceline |c.h. ft a.i.| (Under Construction)

II. black and lavender

Mhina followed behind the bitter boy, hearing the soft complaints that left his mouth. If it wasn't about her 'walking too slow' or bags being 'too heavy', it was the hallway being 'too long'. She hid a giggle behind her hand, finding this situation quite humorous.

Well, she had to or else she would've punched Calum in the nose.

The boy caught her little laugh and looked over his shoulder, once again, rolling his eyes. He found the door, kicking it open with his booted foot and tossing her luggage inside.

"This one's yours. Which isn't yours it's rightful owner is my sister so don't touch anything other than the bed." The boy explained, leaning against Mali's lavender door. He thought back to when they each decided to paint their doors. They fought over the color blue since it was a mutual favorite which led to their mother forcing them with a color chosen by her, black and lavender.

The memory brought a smile to his face as he stared off into space. Mhina watched the boy, furrowing her brows.

"Are you okay?" She asked, honestly concerned for the boy. Just a few seconds ago, he was all frowned up and now he's grinning?

He quickly snapped out of it, shaking his head and frowning down at the girl.

"Yeah. Not like that's any of your concern."

"What is your problem?" She asked out of nowhere, fed up with his little grumpy act. Jeez, we get it! You had a sister, she left, and you feel there's no need for anyone other than your bitter  behind here! But now that it's been explained that I'm more than likely not going anywhere, what's the point in being a sour sara anymore?

Calum stepped closer to the girl, narrowing his eyes. "My problem is standing directly in front of me!"

"I didn't do anything to you! You barely know me-"

"And I don't plan on knowing you!"

"Why not, Calum?"

"Because it's irrelevant! You aren't my sister and you never will be."

"That's a coincidence because I don't want to be your sister!" The two had their heated back and forth, stepping closer and closer to one another until they were chest to chest. She had to tip toe in order to reach the end of his neck. He looked down at the girl, his angered expression twisted into an amused one. Maybe it was the height advantage on the girl and maybe it was the fact she was tip toeing on her small feet.

Calum leaned to her ear, tugging her waist to hold his position, whispering in her ear, "And I'll never see you as my sister." He backed from the girl, satisfied with his words, leaving her alone in the room.

Mhina let off a breath that she hadn't known she was holding, plopping down on the well made bed, sighing.

The girl was mentally and physically tired. She's been from group home to group home, then flying across the world to Australia (where they claimed to have had a more steady group home that allowed any girl from ages 17-21), to finally being signed to the Hood residence. Only to come and find out she has a son who's a butt hole.

If anyone deserved a nap, it was Mhina. So, she kicked off her shoes, not even bothering to pull the duvet over her body, falling into a deep slumber.

"Should we wake her up."

"No, look at her. She looks like a baby."

"That's creepy, mate. You would stare at a sleeping baby?"

Mhina heard voices in her sleep and she knew it couldn't have been from her dreams. She slowly opened his lids, eyes falling on the two who woke her up. Two, that she knew nothing of. As in, two strangers staring back at her as she raised an eyebrow.