I pulled a face at the back of his head as I followed him. I leaned against the doorway of his bedroom and watched and he retrieved his phone from his bedside table. He turned to me and smirked as he waved his phone in my direction. I stuck my finger up at him to which he shook his head.
"Nice," he snorted and pressed on the screen of his phone.
He did this at the same time the lights in his bedroom went off.
I yelped, and so did Einstein from the kitchen.
"It's okay, sweetie!" Darcy called out.
I gripped onto the panel of the doorway. "I'm okay, Darcy."
Silence.
"I was talking to Einstein."
I glared into the darkness. "You're more concerned for your bird than you are me?"
Darcy snorted, "Uh, yeah."
Dickhead.
I stumbled back when something hard collided with my chest.
"Bloody hell, Neala. Where are you?" Darcy snapped.
He walked into me, and he was the mad one?
Typical.
I grunted and extended my arms out, and grabbed at thin air searching for him. I grabbed hold of what felt like his bare arm. I patted my way down his arm until I interlocked my fingers with his.
"Okay, you won't bump into me now. Lead the way."
Silence.
"Darcy?" I pressed.
He cleared his throat. "I heard you... I'm just wondering why the power went out."
I thought about it then grunted, "The weather? It seems to be fucking up everything else, why not the electricity?"
Darcy groaned. "Bollocks. We have to get out of here, man. My cooker is electric, so is the central heating system, the fridge runs on power, too. We're fucked."
Duh!
"Just ring one of our brothers to come and get us."
I looked to Darcy's phone when the screen lit up.
"Oh, shite," Darcy muttered.
That didn't sound good.
"What is it now?" I asked.
Darcy shoved his phone in my face. "I've only two percent battery left."
That was all?
"So charge it."
I felt Darcy turn his head to look at me. "They power is out... remember?"
I cringed and felt stupid for my snotty suggestion.
"Forgot," I mumbled.
Darcy lightly snorted as he pressed on the screen of his phone. Justin's picture came up onto the screen as Darcy's phone tried to connect to his. Darcy brought the phone to his ear when Justin's phone answered.
"Justin? Bro, you have to help me and Neala. We're snowed in at my house, and we need- What do you mean you're snowed in too? You can't be serious!"
My stomach sank as I clenched my hand in Darcy's and he gave me a squeeze back which surprisingly reassured me - slightly.
"Is it bad everywhere? The snow I mean," Darcy asked.
I strained to hear what Justin was saying, but his voice was very muffled so I couldn't hear his reply.
"Justin? Hello? I can't understand what you're saying. Bro, can you hear me?"
That didn't sound good.
Darcy cursed as he pulled his phone away from his face and when he looked at the phone, the home screen was visible indicating the call to Justin ended. I was about to suggest he redial Justin but Darcy's phone screen suddenly went black indicating his battery was drained. I gripped onto Darcy's hand when darkness consumed us once more.
"We never going to get out of here," I said and gnawed at the inside of my cheek.
Darcy grunted from my side. "We will. If our families can't come and help then we'll just have to help ourselves and get out of here."
I humourlessly laughed, "We're snowed in you bloody gobshite!"
Darcy growled, "I'm going to get out of this house even if it kills me."
I pulled my hand free from Darcy's hand when he moved away from me. I heard him make his way into his bedroom. I snorted once or twice when he cursed because he stepped on something or walked into something. He was making a lot of noise, and just as I was about to ask what he was doing a candle's light appeared in the hallway.
"I'll look for a torch, but for now I've a bunch of candles we can light to brighten the place up. Hold this one."
I took the candle from Darcy and when I inhaled, a sweet vanilla scent filled my nostrils.
"Scented candles, really?"
Darcy playfully shoved me as he passed me by. "Go ahead, laugh it up. Vanilla scented candles smell lovely, and if you disagree hold your breath."
I chuckled, "I like them, I just didn't think you would like scented candles."
"Why because I'm a man?" Darcy asked.
Well... yes.
"If I say yeah will you think I'm sexist?"
"Yep."
"Then no." I grinned.
Darcy laughed, "Typical."
I smothered back a warm smile, and force down the giddy feeling that since the conversation between us minutes ago things were... changed. I don't know if it was Darcy's admission of what he did to help me when we were teens, but I can say I didn't one hundred percent hate him anymore.