in need of eyewash;
his eyes widened, his lips rounded; surprise wielded his features, twisted them into a soft expression of shock. though, in the dark of his eyes, awe gleamed, excitement reigned, warmed the dark umber that pooled. “what kind?” he tossed back, crossed the distance to the mattress where he pulled back the sheet, investigated every fold, every wrinkle that stretched across the expanse of fabric.
though he never found a spider, never found much except a familiar laptop, same model as his old one, same wear around the left corner. his curiosity peaked, except without a spider it shifted, fluttered around until it landed on the clean lines of the laptop he pulled up, turned around in his hands, brought closer to his eyes. “woah, this is weird. i used to have a laptop just like this–sold it like a week ago. crazy, right? where’d you get yours? i thought computers were supposed to be hard to find around here; well, ones like these.”
Damien’s face lost its colour, feeling as if his life span has been shortened by a decade when he realised what Isaac was doing. Scrambling to get on his feet, he wasted no time to place a firm grip on the laptop. “I do--” he stopped, almost letting his bad lying habit out when he felt cornered to answer his question without being discovered. He was going to answer ‘I don’t know,’ a typical answer when he lied but it wasn’t going to work on him.
As he tried to find a good excuse, he looked at the laptop and tightened his grip on it. “I borrowed from a classmate,” he finally answered after a delay of three seconds. “So this is definitely not yours.” He could feel perspiration rolling down his cheeks when he firmly denied the other’s implied meaning that the laptop once belonged to him.











