(23 days till the next greenie)

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." A voice echoed in my head ricocheting against my skull. I heard my own voice pleading.

"No please don't! Please! Please please please please please ple-" I took a long shuddering breath of air as I jolted up. Chuck was shaking me violently. "What?! What are you doing?!" He stopped and looked at me frightened. Chuck rambled.

"You were yelling please over and over again while you were sleeping. You were moving all around and you looked like you were havin' a seizure or somethin'." Catching my breath I said.

"I'm sorry Chuck. I'm sorry." I hugged him quickly. "See look, I'm totally fine. Just a bad dream." I was lying to his face. I wasn't fine, but I had to pretend for Chuck. I could've sworn there was a woman in the room speaking right in my ear, but there wasn't.
There was just Chuck. I held the side of his face. "I'm sorry for scaring you." The fear was starting to fade from his face.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're not dead."
I smiled at him.

"Not yet. I was thinking next Tuesday would be better." He gave me a look.

"Not funny dude." I nudged him in the arm playfully.

"Oh it was kinda funny." A small grin peeked out onto his face.

"Okay maybe just a little funny." After getting changed we nudged each other all the way to breakfast, giggling back and forth and telling jokes.

"Hey Chuck."

"What?"

"Wanna hear a roof joke? The first ones on the house." He shoved me, laughing as he did so. He shoved me right into Gally.

"Hey, watch it!" We both turned our heads to make painfully perfect eye contact. Gallys face softened. "Oh." I exchanged a look with Chuck grinning.

"Uh oh. I think we're in trouble." Chuck couldn't stifle his laughs and let out a guffaw. Joining him in laughter we left Gally behind, headed straight for Frypans food. After a great breakfast we sat discussing little things. "So. Do you think I'll be a Slopper?" Chuck snorted.

"You better hope not." We had started playing that one game. The one where one person would try to slap the other persons hands that laid upon their own.

"Why?"

"Slopper is the worst job. Not to mention all the sloppers are total losers."

"Hey! Not true!" Chuck smacked my hands while I was distracted. "Ow!" He laughed.

"How?"

"You're a Slopper and you're cool, so you're wrong." I smirked as I pulled my hands away right before he could get them. He chuckled.

"I guess." A rough voice interrupted us.

"Hey if you two are done with your little game we got actual work to do." Gally stood above us.

"Relax man I'm coming." I paused before looking at Chuck. "That's what she said. Hey remind me at lunch to teach you those jokes." He crinkled his eyes as he smiled.

"Okay." I drummed my fingers on the table as I walked away.

"Au revoir Chuck." As I followed Gally I heard Chuck in the distance.

"Oh that's French! Adios!" Gally looked at me in confusion.

"You guys are weird." I chuckled.

"Yeah? No shit Sherlock." Gally grumbled.

"Whatever." I mocked his deep grumpy tone.

"Whatever." He looked at me in disgust.

"Are you mocking me?"

"Are you mocking me?" I copied folding my arms across my chest like him. He rolled his eyes, ignoring me. We had made it to the building site.

"This is where we're buildin' the treehouse Greenie." We stood in front the same exact tree I had ran right into a couple of days ago. I turned my head at him in annoyance.

"Really? This tree?" Gally nodded.

"Yup." He headed towards a toolbox in the distance. I huffed, fast walking to keep up with him.

"That tree and I have a feud you know! It hit me in the face."

"That's not possible." He said flatly.

"Ugh!" I groaned. "Can't you ever be fun Gally?" He stopped. We had reached the toolbox. He crouched down to grab whatever he needed.

"When I want to be but right now we're working and work isn't supposed to be fun."

"Says who?!" He handed me a hammer saying.

"Says me." I cocked my head toward him, looking into his eyes.

"Are you always this lovely?" He tilted his head.

"Pretty much."

"Wonderful." He turned, staring down at me.

"Are you always this annoying?" I grinned.

"Oh absolutely." The tiniest bit of a smile formed on his face before snapping back to its regular scowl.

"Alright come on. Let's get those pretty little hands dirty." He trekked his way over to a pile of planks by a stump. I rushed to catch up with him. I raised my voice a few octaves lilting it into a high pitched country accent.

"Why me pretty?! Oh why sir you are too kind, I say too kind." He rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed with me. Gally offered no applause to my performance. "Yeesh tough crowd." He kneeled on the ground leering over the planks.

"All you have to do is connect the planks together with the hammer and some nails. Make the perimeter four by four okay. You got that?" I looked over at him smirking.

"Gally just because I'm hot it doesn't mean I'm dumb." He looked shocked at my statement. shaking himself out of it.

"Okay less jokes more wood." He said gruffly.

"That's what she said." I blurted. He glared at me. "Sorry." I sat crosslegged next to him, hammer in hand. "No more jokes. Scouts honor." Ignoring me he pulled out a box of nails laying them in front of me.

"Watch." Gally said sternly. He grabbed my hammer and picked out a nail, positioning it perfectly. He tapped the top of it with the hammer until it sank itself in the wood. He handed me the hammer.

It was a lot heavier in just one hand. "Now you try." I grabbed a nail and dragged it over to the plank. I was about to hit it with the hammer when Gally grabbed my wrist. "Stop, stop, stop."

He sounded frustrated. "Were you even paying attention?" Something panged in my heart. Jeez he didn't have to say it like that. It was my first time after all (that's what she said).

Taking the nail from my hand he readjusted it correctly. "Okay now try just tap it light-" I missed. I missed and the hammer landed on his thumb. "Ow!"

Gally ripped his hand away clutching it towards himself. "Shuck! Oh my god!" He groaned, shaking his hand out, a weak attempt to ease the pain.

He stared at his thumb, which was starting to turn a pretty purple. He cried out hysterically "Why do you keep hurting me?!" He shot up onto his feet. I had watched the whole situation unfold hammer in hand, not breaking out of my trance till then. I dropped the hammer. Which then fell on his foot.

He cried out in pain. "Why?!" I clapped my hand over my mouth. He started to hobble away from me. I called out.

"Gally I'm sorry!"

"Save it!" He spat. What the fuck did I just do.

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