See You Around

| Chapter 14 |

His eyebrows rose. "Really? I pegged you as a dog person."

"Why's that?"

"Mainly because you resemble one."

Glowering at the side of his face, I sighed and then dragged my eyes away from his face. "You're rude," I mumbled. "And no, I don't like dogs nor do I like cats."

He didn't reply back, and instead, chose to walk ahead of me. Not at all surprised by his actions, I kept my languid pace and followed my family towards the aquarium. As soon as we paid for our admissions, an employee handed us a map of the whole aquarium and I sighed as I heard our families bicker.

"How about the penguins?" I requested.

Nodding at my suggestion, they scampered towards the penguin house and I blankly stared at the penguins that were waddling their way through the snow. While the snow was supposed to be adorned with a white colour, it was anything but. In fact, it was leaning towards a green colour, primarily because the poo was mixing in with the white.

"That's disgusting," I mumbled.

"You're disgusting for hating animals," Christopher from beside me muttered.

Rolling my eyes at his childish comment, I followed my family and began inspecting our surroundings. Quite a great deal of people were hurrying past us with either their children or their significant other, pointing to the animals with exuberant grins decorating their features.

Clutching my camera, I seized the opportunity to shoot a few pictures of all the creatures we visited.

"Why are you scared of sharks?" Noah asked from beside me as he leaned his face closer towards the glass. Grimacing, I gazed at the shark that was swimming around with an evil glint in its eye.

"Maybe because they can rip my throat out with their humungous teeth?"

Noah just grinned in response and pointed to a shark swimming by.

"Hey, Christopher," I called. Standing with his hands tucked in his pocket, he raised an eyebrow at me. I pointed to the statue of a mermaid and grinned. "Stand over there."

With a loud sigh, Christopher compelled my order and stood beside the mermaid with a flat look on his face. Grinning, I quickly snapped a picture of him and then plastered an innocent smile on my face.

He strode over towards me with narrowed eyes. "Delete it," he insisted. Approaching my family, I shook my head.

"Nah."

"Delete it," he iterated.

"Nope."

"Delete it."

"I'd rather not."

"Screw you."

I clucked my tongue. "No, thanks."

We continued bickering back and forth until we arrived at a flight of stairs. With one last glare, Christopher spun on his heels and followed his family after promising me that he'd delete it when I sleep. Rolling my eyes, I climbed up the stairs and squinted.