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Ty plopped at the end of my bed and sat there until I turned on the lamp and blinked at him,
“What?”
“There’s someone at the door.”
“I didn’t hear any knocking.”
“He’s just standing there.”
I turned off the lamp.
“Go back to bed.”
“Clyde I can't go back to bed, which isn’t actually a bed-- it’s a couch. So if I could go back to couch, I would but there is a creepy guy standing on your crappy porch.”
I turned the light back on.
“My porch in not crappy.”
“Yes it is. That’s why it attracts creepy guys.”
I groaned at him.
“Boy it is two in the damn morning.”
His eyes slid to the clock and then back at me. For a second I thought he was going to say, it’s not two in the morning, it’s....something odd he would say. He said,
“I know how to tell the time. And now I know that you don’t care about my well being at all.”
“I’m glad you figured that out.”
I turned the light back off and pulled the sheet over my head. There was no creepy guy on the porch, like there was no Santa Claus on the roof and no pink polka dot elephant under the couch. Ty wasn’t responding to me ignoring him so I was forced to turn on the light again.
“Go to bed.”
He looked at me straight in the eye and then said,
“No.”
He was testing me. No, God was testing me. Well to the little bug at the bottom of my bed it didn’t matter. In his little blonde head he was God, and as far as I’m concerned the second coming of the Anti-Clyde.
“If there is no one on my porch I am going to hurt you.”
“That’s no good.”
I slide out of bed.