Covered In Ink

Chapter 20|Who's the baby giraffe?

"You have seven holes in your skull."

"Thanks for reminding me."

"No problem."

"Are you two always like that?" Ryan asked, staring blankly between us.

I shrugged and Caleb nodded.

"Seriously though, how do you guys know each other?" Caleb asked.

"We're neighbours, and friends," Ryan started. "More like family actually, I think my mom loves her more than she loves me."

Caleb smiled at the last part while I blushed.

"Got any siblings?" Caleb asked curiously.

He nodded fondly. "Two brothers, Archie and Evan."

"No hot sisters then?"

I rolled my eyes, smacking is arm lightly.

"What?" He defended. "A little attention from the opposite gender doesn't go unnoticed by a guy who's surrounded by people of the male variety twenty four seven."

"You're unbelievable."

"Unbelievably good looking."

"What ever helps you sleep at night.

"A burger would help me sleep right now."

"Why are you so obsessed with burgers?"

"They don't serve them on base, actually scratch that, they don't serve anything good on base. I swear I'm like, malnourished now."

"You're not malnourished."

"Maybe if I ate a burger I wouldn't be malnourished."

"Oh my god, you're really persistent aren't you?"

"God's not going to help you get me a burger."

"Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath.

"He's not going to help you either."

I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest. "You're so irritating."

"But you love me anyway."

"Sadly."

~*~*~*~*~

A serious looking male doctor wearing the stereotypical doctor get up entered the room, interrupting the thrilling game of eye spy we were playing.

"Hey," Caleb said brightly. "Did you come to give me a burger?"

I rolled my eyes. Here we go.

"Young man, we are a hospital not a hotel," the doctor reprimanded.

Caleb didn't seem fazed by his uncaring attitude. "And you're a doctor not a lawyer, dude loosen up. Try yoga, good for the mind and body, or maybe acupuncture, turn that frown upside down."

The doctor remained stoic.

Caleb groaned loudly. "I was kidding. Why do smart people always have crappy senses of humour?"

"Intellect comes before any of my personal desires. If my sense of humour is crappy," he said the word like it left a bad taste in his mouth, "it's because I prefer to spend my time on beneficial activities such as reading."

All four of us looked at him blankly.

"You seriously need to get laid," Caleb said bluntly.

"Excuse m-"

"Or eat some chocolate, you know get those happy endorphins flowing."

"That's quite enough Mr Harp-"