Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ On the run ❯ Chicken throwing 101 ( Chapter 5 )

He continued to act like the funny guy he was and began checking my reflexes, the idiot. So I of course, not being able to take it anymore, used all my strength and gripped his loose black As I Lay Dieing t-shirt and drew him down to my level. After clearing my throat, which is very painful when you have whatever it is I have so I don't recommend it, I growled out in a gravely voice-

 

“Knock it off, jackass.” Although my voice sounded thin and gravely, it appeared that he had gotten my meaning. Either that or it was the flecks of blood that he, moments later, wiped off of my lips with the wet wash cloth he had brought with him.

 

“Idiot! I can not believe you just did that. What if you permanently damage your throat? Just imagine what kind of life it would be with a silent Charlie. A Charlie that never again makes a smartass comment. I mean come on I bet you would end up killing yourself.” There was a caring tone in his voice, but it was hidden somewhere under all the scolding. God he's worse then my mother was. And I told him so.

 

“So like I care, God, see if I ever help you again.” He responded in an offended voice as he yet again wiped blood flecks off of my parted lips.

 

I didn't answer him I was too distracted by the burning sensation currently coursing through my throat. I shut my eyes in pain trying to bloke it out. But to no avail, the burning sensation did not dissipate, instead it opted to lessen. If even just a bit, it was better that nothing.

 

I didn't open my eyes after that, with my head propped up on the pillow that Kyle had non to kindly stuffed under me, whilst bitching about my supposed stupidity, just moments before. I could hear perfectly.

 

And it was times like this that I wished I was born deaf. I could hear quiet clearly the blundering baboon's curses as he sloshed the soup, which he had oh-so-kindly made for me, all over himself. Apparently it was hot. I mean I'm no expert at telling the temperature of soups from a distance, I'm just going by what I hear omitting from the kitchen.

 

Sighing I opened my eyes and began to glance around the room. Neither Kyle nor I had ever had much with, form what I can tell, and it's even less now.

 

There was a small dinky dresser in the corner of the oddly shaped room. Clothes hung half way out of its drawers, which I might add not a single drawer on any of our furniture pieces was closed. Oddest thing is some of them even had pots and pans in them, oh yeah you could so tell the only occupants of this old rickety house were guys. I am currently residing on the only bed in the house, in the whole fucking house this was the only horrible springy bed they could find. God my life sucks.

 

My eyes began to drift shut again when Kyle popped back into the room, carrying a large pot of soup. Kyle stopped for a moment to look at me, and I noticed out of the corner of his droopy eye the way Kyle's eyes seemed to soften.

 

I watched as Kyle shook his head and with a clear detached expression made his way over to him through the piles of clothing that been accumulating for the past months.

 

The bed sagged when Kyle dropped down onto the opposite side the bed, across from me. Sighing Kyle began to hand me the soup pot, spoon and all.

 

Summoning up my recovering strength I lifted the spoon to my lips, it wasn't until the taste of the glorious soup hit my lips that I realized just how hungry I was. After the first slow spoonful I gulped the rest down, occasionally sputtering when I swallowed and had the chicken going down the wrong bloody pipe, damn throat.

 

Suddenly thoughts of last night floated through my head and I, reacting on impulse, sat up very quickly. Not a very good idea when you have a pot of hot chicken soup on your lap. Although if your looking for a way to splash chicken soup all over the person your forced to live with then I recommend it entirely.

 

My soup landed all over Kyle and with his mouth slightly agape he just sat there in shock. Sputtering in shock I should say. I was still watching him when I got the best idea I have had so far, which believe me is brilliant because I always have fantastic ideas.

 

Swiveling my head from side to side I searched for a piece of chicken. Grinning in triumph when I finally found one I picked it up off the blanket in between my thumb and forefinger. Aiming carefully and secretly, to prevent Kyle

from stopping his sputtering and closing his mouth, I tossed the piece of chicken.

 

In slow motion I watched as it raced the three feet between us and hit Kyle squarely on the nose before he could duck it. Some how in the slow motion Kyle ended up falling onto his ass, onto the floor.

 

The chicken soup had indeed worked its magic for I had strength to crawl to the edge of the bed. Dear god I wish you could see his position! It was exactly like my dream, you know the one where… oh never mind.

 

Kyle quickly pulled himself up from the floor, turning to glare at me, he pointed at me.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK! What the hell was that for? First you sit up in a hurry like a crazy man that just realized that some time during his nap the world had ended without him there to say I told you so! And THEN, you suddenly become best friends with the piece of chicken and some how convince it that it wants to hit me! What did you take chicken throwing 101?!”

 

Like I said before his voice can wake the dead from their graves.

 

“Of course I took chicken 101 you shmuck.” And upon seeing the surprised look on his face… well you connect the dots as to what that means. “Really honestly you're so gullible. Dumbass of course I didn't take chicken 101. Now stop pointing at me like I have 6 heads and 8 legs, we both know your not doing anyone any good by having thoughts.” I couldn't keep the snicker out of my voice as I said the last part. From what I had seen it was true… well kind of. I guess- look stop patronizing me it was funny! Was it not?

 

He did stop that infernal pointing, he dropped his arm leaving it to hang limp at his side, and he turned his back on me.

 

“Well I can see that you're much better now. Asshole.” The asshole part he added as an after thought.

 

I watched as he stalked from the room, head high and right fist clenched. When suddenly I remembered why he was covered in chicken stock with little bits of carrots and celery dotting his clothes.

 

“Oi! I have to tell you something Sherlock! So get your ass back in here!” I waited several minutes after calling out to him, but he would not respond.

 

Grabbing the black blanket that had been covering my body I wrapped it around my shoulders, gripping tight. Using the bed as support I checked my ability to walk, apparently Kyle was right. The chicken soup had done wonders. All of me once zapped energy had returned and I felt better then I had in days, or maybe that was because Kyle wasn't in the room. Either way, I set out down the hall the edges of the fleece blanket dragging behind me.