"Aileen, calm down. We have like five feet left," voiced the shaggy-headed weapon.
"LAY OFF ME IGGY IT'S HOT."
Seriously, why was there a stupid city in the middle of a stupid desert? I hate Nevada. The sun laughed on, presumably at my discomfort. "That sun is laughing at us, Iggs. See it?"
Iggy, my white-haired (I like to call him a white head.[Like a zit.]) companion, looked up and sighed. "At least it's not freezing, like San Fran. Seriously, is this the first time you've owned shorts?"
"...Yes, it is. Shut up, you twat." Well, real shorts. I had to wear gym shorts in P.E. It blew. Why couldn't they assign us sweats or something, I hate the bay. Hurr. End tangent.
We entered a city that just looked like a bunch of buildings layered on a giant cake of death. There were even candles on the building in the center, which I assumed was Shibusen. We were going in to the center of the giant cake. LIKE THOSE MALE STRIPPERS THAT POP OUT. I'm not going to lie, I was really excited after that thought. "AND AWAYYY WE GO!"
Iggy rolled his eyes at my childishness. He could suck it, though. I was 12 days older, and at 17 years of age, I could do what I want. Growing up was for ninnies, anyways. My train of thought was interrupted when someone SO RUDELY bumped my shoulder. "Ah, sorry man." In my neverending quest for attention I said, "HOW RUDE, is this how you treat new people in this town? Iggy, let's go back to California." The boy, who had red eyes, was awestruck nonetheless. I tend to do that to people. Wink wink. He sighed exasperatedly and said, "Woah, girl. I apologized. What else do you want from me?" Haha. He shouldn't have said that.
"Kiss my ring, slave!" I held out my hand for him to kiss. "...No." Lucky for him, Iggy was there to hold me back. "Aileen, shut up. You're weirding out strangers already. We've been here for pretty much five minutes and you just asked this guy to make out with your hand."
My eyebrows came together in thought. "Huh. Sorry 'bout that. My blood sugar is low," I said. "Let's go talk to the guy who runs this joint. We have to get to our apartment before the luggage is delivered, anyway." I waved at the red-eyed guy, took Iggy's hand, and ran off. He looked bamboozled, for lack of a better word.
We walked to the center of the city, which was harder than it sounded. My "instincts" got us lost about four times before Iggy finally walked off without me. I followed him, not that he had any chance of finding the school. (He found it.) We walked into Shinigami's office, talked about arrangements, what class we would be in, such and such. Yeah. We left the room, and I almost ran into another person but this time I was prepared. I sidestepped him and cried, "HA! I knew this town had something wrong with it! Iggy, you should grow a handlebar moustache. I'm serious." Iggy sighed. The boy, looking like he was violated (I would violate him, he's pretty hot), blinked a few times.
"I take responsibility for Aileen. She's a bit of a radical. Sorry, uh..." Iggy trailed off.
"My name is Death the Kid, son of the great Shinigami." Ego trip. Hohoho.
"I'm Iggy, and as you can see, this is Aileen. She needs a lot of attention." Wait, what! Hey!
Wait. He's dressed in a black suit. In the desert. "Wait a second, how are you not dead or dying of dehydration. You live in the desert." Oh Aileen, you are so observant.
He chuckled and said, "Well, being the son of a shinigami gives me the powers of a shinigami." Psh, who does he think he is, talking to me like I'm stupid. But I guess that made sense since he was Shinigami's son, and his name was Death the Kid. Whatever.
"Alrighty, great meeting you Mister 'I think I'm a mysterious death god, let's all treat Aileen like she has autism,' but we have to go to our new home." Okay, so I was being bitter. Not like I'm a death god or anything, so I'm not really above that.
All of a sudden, Death the Kid was like, "Wait!" and I was like, "What?" I'm pretty sure he just wanted to stare at my beauty a little longer but he said my hood's strings were uneven. No, I was not wearing a sweatshirt, well kind of, it had short sleeves. ANYWAYS. Apparently, he had some sort of beef with asymmetry. I didn't have beef, just venison. Sorry, I wouldn't have been satisfied if I didn't share that comedic gold with you.
Finally, we had gone home to find our stuff at the front door. We had sent it when we left so we didn't have to carry stuff or rent a U-Haul. Genius, right? It was Iggy's idea, shit. We brought all the boxes in and unpacked about two, before my favorite sin, sloth, set in.
"Iggyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, let's just get dinner and call it a night," I drawled from the plastic-covered couch. I hadn't eaten all day, I was almost dead. I almost started crying to get Iggy to go get it for me, when there was a knock on the door. Okay, now. I LOVED attention. So I got the door so I would be the first thing they saw, hurr hurr.
When I opened the door, I saw that red-eyed kid from before. But wait, there's more. There was a girl there, insert creepy laugh here. She smiled at me and handed me some dinner, oh my god, was she an angel? "Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Maka, and this is Soul. We live down the hall."
I almost cried right on the spot. This girl just gave me FOOD. For moving in NEARBY. Should I just put boxes in every unoccupied room on this floor? OH YES. My inner musings were interrupted when Iggy walked to the door and told them thanks. "Introduce yourself, Aileen."
"Oh, sorry. I am Aileen. I love food. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Sorry about earlier too, Soul. Your white hair reminded me of Iggy and I sort of snapped." Iggy discreetly slapped the back of my head. "Uh, I understand? I guess. When I see pigtails they remind me of Maka and my head starts hurting," Soul offered. Maka hit him on the skull with the spine of a book. Poor book.
"Well, see you around!" Maka smiled and dragged Soul off to their apartment... whatever. I had food now! I looked under the foil to find spaghetti. Me and Iggy ate it Lady and the Tramp style and just shared a plate. Not that we liked eachother like that. Our plates were just in boxes at the time.
After we ate, we figured that we'd just go to sleep then. I mean, we could unpack when we got back from school, since we had it the next day. So we carried our mattresses into our seperate rooms and I don't know about Iggy, but I had weird ass dreams about that Kid guy sending me to the flaming pits of hell, then Maka walking in on my punishment and delivering spaghetti made of snakes. I guess that's what mom meant when she said not to eat weird shit before bed.