Of all the days for it to rain, it just had to be a day when I was walking home with the baseball idiot. Alone.
We were walking home together with the Tenth when the stupid cow came and pestered him. We somehow managed to lose the Tenth and the stupid cow, and were just about to start searching for them when it started to rain. Because of the stupid rain, we had to abandon the search for the Tenth and find shelter instead.
It was raining so hard there was a bloody ocean forming, and it actually hurt to be hit by the goddamn raindrops. And as though it wasn't bad enough that I had to run while being compressed by the sheer weight of raindrops, I slipped. And I fell on my ass. I tried to get up, but slipped again, and this time, I fell on my back and grazed it. What an utterly stupid day.
And the baseball idiot didn't even bother helping me up. Some friend he is. Oh, wait. I forgot. He isn't one. That explains it.
But I somehow managed to end up at his house. Don't ask me how I got there because I'm not telling. I didn't even agree to it. All I can say is that the idiot decided to help me eventually; by bringing me up to his house. Oh, that helped a lot.
And then he tried to make me use his shower to wash up. There was simply no way I was going to do something like that. So I told that idiot to go to hell. And then he told me not to be stupid. That's right. He told me.
We ended up sitting on his couch, still very much soaked. After all that lecturing on the importance of washing up and changing out of wet clothes to prevent oneself from catching a cold, there he was sitting next to me in his utterly drenched uniform. What a hypocrite.
We sat there for about five minutes in glorious silence. And then (goddamn myself for this), I just had to go and be the first one to break the silence. With a sneeze. A sneeze that proved to the idiot that he was right. I was coming down with the cold. Then again, everyone sneezes from time to time. It could have been a coincidence that I sneezed right after refusing to dry off. Once. Or twice.
Eventually, I decided to go and take a quick shower. I still didn't want to use the idiot's shower to wash up, but I needed to get away from the baseball idiot. He was giving me that 'I hate to tell you I told you so, but I told you so' look, and I wanted to slap it off his face, but by now I was shivering too hard to do so.
His house was just so bloody cold. It felt like fucking Antarctica in a blizzard storm. I kept telling the idiot to turn off the air-con, but he refused to do it. How he could stand the freezing temperature is beyond me.
I showered up and wore back my wet pants. Sure that idiot offered me some of his clothes, but there was no fucking way I was going to let something that belonged to him so much as brush against me. Perhaps believing that stupidity can be passed on by the sharing of clothes is a sign of paranoia, but I'm not taking any chances. So I decided to wear back my own uniform. But my shirt was too muddy and torn up to wear back immediately, so I thought I'd give it a little scrub and leave it to dry before wearing it back on.
As I was doing just that, I heard an explosion from outside. That's right. An explosion. I thought I was hearing things too, but it was too loud to be a hallucination. That idiot must have set off one of my self-igniting bombs. I always told him not to touch my stuff, but no, he just had to go and touch my stuff, and my dynamites of all things.
I stormed out of the bathroom with every intention of killing the idiot for touching my belongings if he wasn't already dead. And what do you know. He wasn't dead. He was nowhere even close to dead. He was barely even scathed. How that could have happened appals me still. Perhaps miracles really do happen. Or maybe stupidity increases one's immunity to any form of damage. Who knows.
Anyway, I was about to start screaming at him when I saw that idiot staring at me… in the most disturbing way. I yelled at him to stop staring, but that only made him stare harder. To be quite honest, he was scaring the shit out of me. And then he got up and walked towards me in this… predator-like manner.
I stepped away from him and slowly backed away…right back into the bathroom. Now, I know common sense would have told me to make a dash for the exit instead of trapping myself in the goddamn toilet. But, apparently, spending too much time at the idiot's house had such adverse effects on my brain that common sense no longer seemed quite as common anymore.
And to make things worse, I tripped. Fuck.
Seriously, what was up with me? I still can't believe I actually tripped. I mean, there was absolutely nothing to trip over. And for me to trip over absolutely nothing is just so fucking retarded.
So there I was, just lying down and cursing myself for humiliating me into the next century. I closed my eyes and hoped for the floor to swallow me whole or for lightning to strike me dead. Of course, none of that happened, which sucked because I could still feel the idiot staring at me like I was the idiot. It was so fucking embarrassing. But wait. It gets better.
I could hear the idiot coming closer… and closer… And there I was, wondering what the hell he was trying to do… And what do you know. He kissed me.
You heard right. He fucking kissed me.
I couldn't, no, can't believe he did something so fucking retarded. I wanted to kick him and shove a couple of bombs up his sorry ass, but at that moment I was just too shocked to even push him off me. If I had been half as mobile as I am now the idiot would have been blown up in pieces. But I wasn't. So the idiot gets to live.
When I finally recovered from the shock, I managed to gather enough strength to punch that baseball moron off me. It pisses me off that he could still smile like an idiot after doing what he just did. But then again, he's an idiot, so what else could I expect from him? It still pisses me off though.
Anyway, I pushed him away and got my bag and was about to leave the house when, congratulations and all heartfelt warmth to me, I remembered that my shirt was still soaking in the idiot's basin. And there was no way I was going back to take it. Not when I would make a total fool out of myself by letting the idiot know that I had actually forgotten my shirt. So I ran home shirtless and under the rain.
Honestly, I don't think I can recall a worse day in my life. It was embarrassing, stupid and downright retarded. I never want to experience something like that again. Ever.