good thing he's the same size as me; I checked the sweater that I stole from him earlier.

I grabbed a bunch of sweatpants and t-shirts for him to choose from.

I don't wear colorful things, for example; pink. one word, no. any bright colors are a no, with the exceptions of red and blue. all my sweats are either grey or black, my t-shirts just random bands and brands. some huge some not so huge; that's why I grabbed a bunch.

I walked towards his room and knocked on the door with my foot. "yata I brought some stuff for you to choose from."

he didn't open the door after a while so I dropped all the clothes and walked in, he was asleep with my ps3 controller in his hand. i stepped in front of the tv, a medium sized flat screen I stole from my old classmates house, and turned it off before looking back at him; his beanie was off now and his hair was messily covering some parts of his face. I turned off the light and closed the door behind me.

••••••••

I woke up later than usual, and kind of forgot that yesterday even happened. my head felt light and dizzy while I stood up, so i swiftly sat back down. I rubbed my eyes and stood for a second time, walking through the living room. my pants I changed into last night were sloppily holding onto my lower hips as I stretched my arms. I froze when I saw yata sitting on the couch watching tv while eating fruit loops.

he looked up at me and started to choke on his cereal while his face turned red.

"oh yeaa..." I said while sitting next to him with a smile, "morning yata."

he stayed facing the tv, trying to calm his red face. "h-hi", he quietly stuttered.

I laid on his lap while watching his face grow panicked. I stayed there for a minute before speeking up, "I think you're the first person I haven't completely hated in a while."

I sat up, looking at his red face. he opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it.

"and you're so adorable, just look at you..." I teased, pinching his red cheek. "i think you may be my first crush since, i dont know, elementary school maybe." I said lazily.

I slowly sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. "I feel like hugging you like this all day.." his arms were at his sides still, he was probably stunned and terrified and embarrassed. it was kind of fun to mess with him like this. i lowered my head to his chest and listened to his heart race. I stayed like this for a while, just listening.

"you seem a bit hyped up, don't you think?" I teased, "don't have a heart attack yata." I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier before falling asleep.

hours later...

I woke up alone on the couch, shifting my body to see the clock.

"five fucking twenty three." I said to myself in complete shock realizing that I slept the whole day.

I looked around the room and yata wasn't there. I didn't really expect him to be, even I thought I was being a complete creep. but anyways, I was starving and haven't been outside all day. but I didn't want to get up. my chest felt.. sad? why? I expected him to leave, so why do I care? I ran to my room and got changed, put some makeup on and did my hair then ran outside and started walking to the mall.

it was really sunny out today, no clouds in the sky at all. a lot of people were out skating and walking their dogs, everyone was so happy I couldn't help but smile a little.

as I crossed a street I saw a guy staring at me; he was at least thirty and on the heavy side. he wore all black and had his arms crossed above his stomach.

I started walking faster while pulling my hood up, and out of the corner of my eye I saw some middle schoolers beating up a skinny little kid with glasses. I kept walking.

i know that most people would run over and stop them, or at least think about it while feeling bad for the poor kid, but im not most people. unlike them i dont feel empathy or sympathy for people too often. I like to believe that its because of the trauma I went through from my parents deaths; but deep down I knew it was something else. I just didn't know what.

I stirred my drink with its straw while watching people walk around the mall laughing and having a good time. I stood up and started walking to a store to buy more clothes while thinking about possible jobs.

"I wonder how much a drug dealer would make in this part of town-" my thoughts were interrupted as I bumped into the same man who was staring at me earlier.

I glared at him as he stared down at me. "are you following me?" I asked angrily while backing up a few steps. I guess I wasn't a huge intimidator because of my height, which was 5'4. the man was at least 6'1, and probably underestimated me. but I had to take martial arts throughout middle school and high school, for my "own protection" I guess.

he stood looking down at me for what seemed like forever. I started walking away but he grabbed my arm and pulled me the opposite direction.

"let me go, bastard!" I yelled at him before kicking his arm, making it crack loudly.

he let go of me while cursing and yelling as he held his now broken arm.

I backed away then ran through the rest of the mall. i looked over my shoulder and saw a few people standing around the man while asking if he was okay.

"if he's okay?" I thought angrily while looking forward again.

about fifty steps later I saw another man running after me, skinnier and faster.

I made it outside, stopping to look behind me. a few people looked at me like I was crazy, their twisted faces and frozen figures made the situation even weirder.

"why aren't they asking if I'm okay or something?!" I thought to myself in shock.

the man the man was gone, so i guess it didnt matter what they did or said.

as i turned back around i felt a bag being pulled over my head, then someone grabbed my arms and tied them up, pushing me into a vehicle.

I could hear some people yelling "stop right there!" before we screeched off.

"if only you were that concerned earlier." I whispered disappointed.

I kicked around trying to figure out my surroundings. suddenly my foot was grabbed tightly; a freezing cold hand holding onto my bare ankle dug its nails into my skin.

"stop moving or I'll kill you." a scratchy voice said while loosening his grip.

I started kicking the man where he held my foot at, hitting him a couple of times.

"that's it! I'm going back there boss." he said angrily to what I assumed to be the driver.

"no, leave her be for now. we're nearly there." a man with a deep voice said as he sped up. it was hard to breath with the bag over my head, and soon I passed out.