Boredom 4.5
Kill me now. Just kill me now. My chest hurts. I can't lay like this for hours on end!
Kei, what happened to you taking a nap?! You've been laughing and talking to the tv for hours! Guys never do what they say they're gonna do! That' just how it works!
I wanted to just roll out right now and scream at him, shake him by the collar and ask him why the hell he didn't take a nap! And then he'll stare at me with a bewildered look that would melt away a few seconds later and be replaced with a smirk. He'd grab me and turn the whole situation around.
As much as I wanted to ring his neck, I really couldn't. That fact made this wait even more agonizing. I clawed at the carpet.
Kei giggled-goodness, that certainly wasn't very manly-and turned the tv off. What's this? He's actually getting up! He must be going to get dinner. It felt late enough. If not too late.
Nope. Wishful thinking. But at least it was the next best thing. I heard the shower turn on.
Yes! A chance! I rolled out and laid on my back out in the open. Ow. Let's give my chest a little time to recover, please. Ow. It felt a bit cramped up when I breathed in.
Once I was able to get to my feet I peeped around the corner to make sure the bathroom door was shut. Who knew. Maybe some guys showered with the door open when nobody was home.
Safely locked.
I tip-toed over to the door and-well. I was about to twist the lock, but the shower suddenly shut off. Was he already done? No way. It's only been what, five minutes?
Yipes! I scooted under the bed again. I waited around on my back for him to come strutting out, but it never came. However, I did hear a waterfall going. Was he taking a bath now? Oh, come on! I'm stuck again. Again! Kei, I hate you so much right now.
I was thinking he didn't plan to leave the room again for the rest of the night. It was already eleven when I spotted the clock. Shoot. I'll probably be late for class tomorrow. Eh. I suppose I wouldn't be missing anything. I most likely already learned it. Why didn't I ever think about this everyday? It could've saved me a couple hundred hours of sleep if I came to class late. There wasn't much use for me to be there if I already knew stuff. School couldn't do its job. School isn't doing its job for me.
How did this go off on being late for class...?
I heard the door click open. From under the hem of the sheets I saw him trod over and sit on the edge of his bed facing Jiao's. His feet were in the aisle between the two beds. I'm gonna freak out so bad if he suddenly falls over and finds me.
Oh, the freaky-deaky horror stories are flowing into my head. Don't you dare fall apart limb-from-limb on me, Kei.
A husky chuckle came from the outside.
“I thought you'd leave while I was in the shower.”
I kept my lips plastered together in case he was for some reason talking to another person.
“Come out.”
Not saying anything.
“Come out or I'm coming down.”
“Okay. Just...just stay where you are.” I paused a second to make sure he wouldn't move and then rolled out the other way I came in. I slowly popped up from between the far edge of the bed and the wall.
Kei was leaning forward on his knees with a smile on his lips.
I glared back.
“What were you waiting for?”
“For you to leave.”
“That doesn't make much sense. It's my room after all.” He couldn't very well hide his toothy grin.
“Your's and Jiao's,” I corrected.
He rolled his eyes. “Are you still going on about that?”
“And you're not?”
“Jiao's fiiiiine. I promise.”
“Yeah, yeah. You don't have very good credit in that department, I'm afraid. Do you remember all the other promises you made to me?”
“Eh,” he started awkwardly staring up at the ceiling.
There was the time he promised he wouldn't grab me from behind, wouldn't pick my room's lock in the middle of the night, wouldn't tell the whole class we were going out, would shut up about practice, stop rambling about our nonexistent future together. It could go on and on.
“This one's not in my control though.”
Or so he says. Let's remind yourself, Riiko. I might be in a room with a total liar. Wait, I already sort of knew that. Revise it to serious this-is-a-problem liar.
“Blah, blah, blah.”
“Oh, c'mon. Don't be like that, Riiko.”
He stood up. Reflexively, I backed up. Kei sat back down.
“You're so much more difficult than all the others.”
“Your goal is?”
“Do you have to think about me like that all the time?”
“Uh, yeah. It's kinda hard once you've walked in on a make-out session incorporating you and somebody you hardly knew.”
“How do you know I didn't know her? It's not like you've been around my whole life.”
“It sure as heck feels that way. And she was a new student. A totally new student who came in three days before that fling.”
“What I'm doing is totally innocent. You're jumping to conclusions.”
“Innocent my foot! I don't see how that could ever be innocent! Oh, but you're Kei. You're so, sooooo special.” I rolled my eyes. Geez. How. Just how in the world could anything he did in that category ever be innocent? I'd loooove to see what he could come up with for that. He's Kei after all.
“Would it hurt you to shut up and listen for a second?”
“Yeah, I'm afraid it would!”
I can't believe he just did that. He told me to shut up!
Maybe he had reason to. Just maybe. A little teeny tiny bit of doubt popped into my head. I did pull that situation out of the past. And maybe I was hitting a little low. Just maybe. Oh, here comes the blossoming regret.
He picked up a pillow. I thought he was just going to hug it, squeeze the living daylights out of it maybe. But no, it came hurling at me like a giant rectangle-shaped baseball. Smacked me right in the face. The back of my head collided with the wall. Hard. I slid, falling over on my side.
Where did all these spots come from? Was it getting dark? Since when did thinking get so hard? Come to think of it, when did pillows come to feel like a rock sitting on my face? I wondered if through some sort of scientific phenomenon gravity became heavier. So much heavier. Like on Jupiter where the weight of my head would crush my body. Boy, it sure felt that way.
Actually, it really was starting to feel Jupiter-ish. Why was breathing becoming harder? Why was everything getting harder? Pillow? I don't know how many attempts I made to peel the thing off me, but it just wouldn't work.
I whimpered like a baby. Cried until the spots totally clouded over.
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AN: Urg. This has been on hold for a reeaaaaallly long time. Writer's bloooock. Um. So. I guess I don't really have anything to say about this. Buuut. Kei's got an angry Hulk-ish siiiiide~ And remember that pretty much all of this isn't canon. Forgive any super typos. I was sitting like five feet from the computer while typing this. And I don't really want to read it all over. And I don't know why the font changed in the middle.
Ooh, I love 5 AM on Sundays. Just about the only thing I like about Sundays. Rugraaaaaats.