8

~Althea

"Care to explain?"

Landon paced in front of me, a frown etched deep into his features. I only sometimes saw him like this; all unkempt and frazzled. Not to mention his distractingly bare torso and lose fiting pajama pants.

But that's hardly the major subject that needs to be covered at this point.

I sat in some sort of lounge room. It was quaint, dressed in red velvet features. What was seemingly eye catching was the frame strung on the wall. It was of Landon and I, when we were younger. Mother had taken it, but I don't know how he managed to get his paws on it. But I wondered briefly whether or not his father had asked him to take it down yet.

"There is nothing to explain..." he dismissed, folding his hands over each other, and resting his chin in them while he continued to walk back and forth across the fur rug with his bare feet. I gave him a deadpan look, wishing I could look inside that head of his. Did he seriously think I would dismiss this, and walk home without an ex