"Your not very good at this game, are you?" Daz asked me. We'd been playing I spy for the last 10 minutes. I still hadn't got his S.
"Your commentary isn't exactly helping. Sun?"
"No. Would you like a clue?"
"That's your clue, Nina." He told me. I bit my lip in frustration.
"Stupid?Silly?" I asked, guessing it was something mocking.
"No way. Think, Nina. It begins with S" he pushed me, "what are you to me Nina?" I felt like slapping him when I realized what the word was,
"Shadow." I concluded, he clapped his hands sarcastically.
"Exactly.Your turn." He prompted. I decided to be cheeky.
"I spy with my little eye something beginning with... S" I announced.
"But I just did S." He moaned.
"Too bad." He sighed, then began to guess.
"Sky? Sun? Shadow? Soap?"
"No, no, no way, and the last guess was just weird." I replied.
"Clue." He ordered.
"Black eye." I told him, testing my luck.
"I give up, I don't want to play anymore." Daz said, his voice emotionless.
"It was Simon" his body tensed at the name, "as in, why was Simon at the carnival last night?" I didn't get a reply, Daz was as still as a statue.
"Don't bring this up Nina." He instructed, his voice was that of hidden hurt.
"I want to know." I admitted.
"What you want comes third behind what you need and what I want."
"I'm your curious kitten Daz, remember. I'll never stop wanting, and an eternal want is a need." I explained to him, stroking his arm.
"The kitten has a choice Nina. Live a life of needing, or suffer the same fate as the cat." He replied coldly. When I didn't reply we started to walk again. We eventually came to the hotel. Like always, Daz went straight to the shower. This time I didn't just flop on the bed, I decided to try and guess his phone password again, I was going out on the limb, but there was something about my next guess that seemed right. When the keypad came up I typed in 'Shadow'. Sure enough, the phone unlocked. I felt like doing a victory dance, I was in. I went to chat history, there was only one chat there, a chat with... Simon, I scrolled up and began to read.
S: You a chicken, Daz?
D: No, why?
S: You quit whilst you were ahead today at the apple. You've gone soft.
D: Oh yeah?
S: Yeah. You think I'm wrong?
D: As a matter of fact, I do.
S: Then prove me wrong. Meet me at the carnival tonight at 7:45.
D: I'll be there.
S: Bring your ugly gf with you.
D: I'll be there.
I felt like punching Simon, I felt like breaking the phone. The rest of the conversation had been deleted. This was all I had. I went on to his calender, there I went back a few days and saw the even 'Sour Apple'. I clicked on the information button and read,
Get information from Simon on D . 12:30.
Who was D? Was it Desmond? Why did Daz need information on him/her? Why was Daz so secretive, even on his locked phone?
I felt as though I was digging a hole that was becoming a very deep ditch...