Second chapter yada yada...
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First stop is my house. I've got to get my towels. Second stop is the convenience store. I'll buy some more bar soap. Third stop is Namine's so I can borrow a bucket. And then I'll hit the school's showers. It's brilliant.
My shower's pretty much dead, it drizzles a little bit of orange or brown water to the right side straight into the wall every now and then, after you turn the fossit beyond it's capacity by about 7 full turns. It's been like that for two months, since school got out.. I haven't bothered to get it checked, none the less fixed. I've been sneaking into the school over vacation every night almost. I mean, otherwise, in this heat, people'd die from the spores I give off miles away.
On the way home I walked, I was bombarded in the face by a rough rubber something or other, it fell as I just stared forward with a stinging look, and my eyes began to water a little. I must look like a real cry baby. That was nothing, even though I could feel my face starting swell. I could even feel the imprints of a pattern scattered around, most of it on my forehead, where the rubber thing hit me hardest.
As I looked down, something brick red caught the corner of my eye. It was progressing down hill at a temperate rate. What is that? I focused on it, turning my head to the side. A ball. A rubber ball. What, and, who, the FUCK, threw some god damn 10 munny ball at my face? Spite. Spite. SPITE. I, hate, children. I hate, this town, and I hate the civilians. Not only are the impolite, casual and completely insane, they're ASSHOLES.
That girl who hired me to entertain the village morons all those times (my least favorite job in any case) was shining on that sanctified, adolencent look kids give you when they're asking to be ravaged, maimed, and murdered. I don't care what any one else's opinion is, this isn't the way to hire someone. I just let the ball roll away, and the kid smile on, until it finally seeped through her 2 ft thick skull that I was looking very menacing, and over all threatening.
"Oops."
BITCH. "Oops?" I looked to the ball, which had rolled into a wall. Slowly and steadily, I walked to the ball, stepped back to the spot I was previously standing on, set the ball down, and placed a foot on it. "Oops is all you have to say?"
Her face was blank. The ditz apparently didn't get the message yet. I lifted my knee until it was aligned with my chin, keeping my eyes fixed on her. My foot slammed to the floor straight through the ball and I could feel the air that was contained inside bursting out onto my the ankle of the leg next to it. POP! As the noise echoed through the terrace, three other children leaped out from behind a stair way, a crate, and a tree, and ran straight by the girl, who's face was struck with pure horror.
For once, this face was giving me a delectable sensation that shivered up and down my bones. I scared her. Ooooooooo.
I took one step forward, and as my foot hit the ground with a thwump, she scurried her tail straight into the wall behind her, and a second after her recovery she cut into an alley way letting out small cries like, "...m-mad!...he's...totally...mad!" My lips twisted up with satisfaction, but then after I looked around at the deserted plaza, and the deflated shreds of rubber behind me, I started to think.
I was feeling unusually agressive today. Actually, I was probably even worse than Hayner may have been. On any other regular day I may have just shed a tear, walked by her and whispered a low, "No thanks." What could be making me get so worked up over all this little stuff? Why should I get so mad about Hayner just wanting to know where I was going? We always hang out together. So...why then..?
As I reached my front door of my house, I slipped a hand in both my pockets, then my back pockets. Augh...I forgot my key again...well, not like it matters. I do it all the time, so, after getting tired of scaling my way into my window, I payed the locksmith to make me a spare. The key was hidden under the bottom floor's window sill. It was stuck on with masking tape. I ripped it off, inserted it into the doors lock.
Turning the knob to my house, I heard a small rustle. I looked behind me, and caught a glimpse of some red and black dispersing behind my neighbor's fense. A little scary, but I bet they were just walking by. Who has red hair and wears all black in the middle of summer though? I guess it's not any of my buisness though. I shruged and returned to the knob. Pulling it, I slid the door forward over my paopu welcome mat. It matched my neigbor Sora's.
Walking in, leaving the door open, I wallked up the stairs and into the bathroom, yanking the exaughsted large baby blue towel off it's rail. Then my hand clenched onto the little black and white checkered one which was still drying from my morning face wash. As I walked back out into the up doors hall, I walked into my room. I remember now.
When I woke up this morning I had a really weird feeling. Like there was this strange aura nearby. Not like someone was watching me or anything, it's just like something some one that was in the town was rubbing off on me. It was like, it was influencing me alot when I woke up. I felt really grumpy, and...rude. When I saw my face I was appauled at it's mean look.
But then it shook off when I met up with the other guys at our hang out. Is that why I'm getting all...weird?
Slipping back out the door and setting the key back under the window, and started to walk to the store. As soon as I was out onto the sidewalks pavement, I heard light steps behind me as I walked by Sora's house. Looking back, I saw that same tall red-headed guy with his hands in his pockets looking at the floor.
I thought he already walked by here...? As I kept on staring, his eyes looked up and met mine. He had blue diamonds under his eyes. Scratch that--, his eyes are teal. TEAL. Wait, auh! He's noticed me! Turn around turn around, act normal, don't walk too fast...but oh gosh that was embarrasing! People do it all the time, but still! I turned my face towards the floor intently staring at my feet as my face burned red. Red like his hair. Augh! Stop thinking about it already! I clenched my hands into fits and beat them simutaneously at my head. Wait, no, don't hit your head like that, you'll look like a complete weirdo, hitting yourself for no reason with no one around! This is driving me nuts!
And after awhile of just walking, I started to notice. That feeling was shaking around inside me. I was feeling really cocky and hostile. It was getting so out of hand, I bit my tongue as hard as I could to get it out. But it just kept flowing, like the blood in my mouth. And, feelings aren't supposed to come from anywhere but you right? I could feel it coming from behind me. It wasn't the same feeling behind me, it's just something behind me was pouring this emotion into me. The trigger. Wait.
Him! He's the trigger! That guy! It must be! Yeah, I can feel it coming because of him. But why? Talk about one thing leads to another. This is going nowhere. One question pops up after another. And the farther I dig into this the more frustrating it gets. I should drop it now. That's a stupid idea anyway. If anyone should make me like this, it ought to be Seifer. That'd make more sense.
I turned into the convenience store. Finally, he's gone. I can forget it now. I looked around the cosmetics, and opened a few lids to smell the different soaps. Sure, some smelled good, but most of them smelled the same. Fruits, herbs, plants, flowers, yada yada yada. Well, not like we want people walking around smelling like rust or tacos or anything but...
Here's a new soap. Doesn't look all that great though. In fact, the advertising on it is really corny. Paopu florescent. Attract the love of your life today with the rigid fate wielding smell of Paopu. That just sounds so terrible it makes me want to puke. But after taking a whiff, it smells good enough. I'll go with this. I head a snicker half coughed out behind me, but it was interrupted by a change to whistling, although I could still hear giggles bursting out between measures of whatever toon they were whistling. I couldn't help but blush a little. Turning around to see who it was, I heard the whistling wavering out of...
Oh crap. He followed me inside and now he was laughing at me...? Just what kind of stalker is this? He's like, an open stalker, who admits, or even implies to you what he's doing, and then he mocks you just for the soap you buy? My face wasn't just a little blushy anymore. It was a solid, tomato color. And I felt like pouncing onto his back and saddling him, who knows why. All these unexplained things just kept on happening. This day was the pits.
As I set down my cash and articles on the counter the owner asked me if I'd like some water or something. It really did seem to me like he was mocking me as well, but I know he wasn't. So I shook my head and looked back the the red head. Could he even fake that he was looking at the goods or buying something, being the terrible stalker he is? He's browsing through a dish pan filled with matches and lighters. After setting off a few matches the clerk called out to him. "Please, don't use those unless you're going to buy them."
His head turned in our direction. I faced to the side, but I was still looking at him. "Oh, okay." Even though he was talking to the clerk he looked at me. Ugh. I couldn't help but shiver, until the clerk prodded me with a hand enclosed around my change. Walking out the door I held an arm over my eyes and looked to the orange sun. Two stops down, and two more to go. That meant at the most, or maybe at the least, I'd have two more encounters with my stalker. Why should I even want to think about this subject though? He's disgusting. He won't stop staring it seems.
And even after all this ranting, I stood outside the door for a minute, waiting to see if he'd come after me. Oh yeah, I better move, otherwise, well, he'd just stand next to me and that would be so obvious I'd have a damn good excuse to kick him under the belt. So, he probably won't come out unless I start walking. To Namine's then! . . . I was just strategising how to get him to come after me wasn't I? . . . I can be so pathetic . . .
Once I got to her door, I heard her dog break out in barks and howls, kicking up dust and grass and it ran aimlessly across her yard. I looked behind me. Amazingly enough, I couldn't find my stalker anywhere. Not to the sides, below, above--, nevermind, he's in a tree. God damn persistent insane freak. Did he seriously think his RED hair could blend in with a tree? This is beyond ridiculas. This is cosmic madness. I looked to the indistinguishable BEWARE OF THE DOG sign on Namine's fence. People say she's a good artist and all but, she's worse than stick figures in my opinion. What the frick is up with people's hands in her pictures? They're like, three or four seperate, totally unconnected lines pouring out of a sleeve, which is six or eight unconnected lines. But, I still needed to free load a bucket off of her all the time, so beggars can't be choosers.
I knocked a few times, while staring at my stalker swinging around up in the tree. He was holding a bag and...he dropped it. While doing a flip around the branch he was perched on, he dropped it. He let out a small cuss word and gave a scowling look down. I began to suspect Namine hadn't heard me, so I pushed my fist forward, and it suprisingly hit some one in the nose.
"Crap! I'm sorry!" Namine reached for her nose, but then just patted it a little. She stared at me emotionlessly.
"It's okay, you just tapped me." As she speaked, I turned away to face my stalker who was dangling his arms down, holding onto the branch with only his legs now, yelping, " . . .just a little farther . . . " regardless of the fact he was a good 17 ft from the floor. I walked out the fense onto the side walk, petting Namine's dog for the split second I passed her, then I knelt down and picked up the bag, scooping the contents that spilled out back inside, hushing Mr. Reds complaints and all other noises besides. It had some pamolive washing detergent, candles, fireworks, and some fuses. It's not really hard to tell what his hobbies are. I bundled it up and tied the handles of the plastic bag into a knot, then threw it up, and his gloved hands wrapped onto it. He looked at me without a word, and I walked back into Namine's.
She was sitting on the floor sketching out a new picture, with another picture laying next to her white sunday shoe. I picked it up, and scoffed. It was a picture of me on the streets sitting next to an empty tuna can filled with munny. I looked to her for her reaction or explaination, but she was deep into the sketching of her next 'masterpiece'. Actually, so far the frames looked way more realistic than her usual doodles. I myself was getting drawn into the movements of her pencil, but then I snapped to my senses.
"Namine, I need to borrow a bucket again." Her drawing continued, and her pencil strokes emphasized the silence. "Nam. Naaaaaammm..." Roxas's voice dropped off as he noticed she wouldn't respond unless he was willing to spill ink all over her picture, but even then, she wouldn't really be in the mood to lend him ANYTHING. So, pushed the door in farther and stepped inside, walking into her bathroom to fetch her wooden bath pale. As I picked it up, I heard her comment behind me, "Why don't you just take a bath here?" I paused as she spoke, but continued right after she finished.
"Knowing you, you'd try to use that as a sketching opportunity. Pervert." She laughed as I added the, pervert, as though it made her happy. Sort of like, so you noticed. But I didn't really want to believe she would admit to that. That she really would be peeking at me if I washed here. So I forced myself to believe she was being a prude and laughing at the word. I walked by her out and out of the house, as I was about to close the door, I called to her, "I'll give it to you tomorrow when we all meet up okay?" I waited for her to reply, but then I gave up.
He wasn't in the tree. He left. He probably got down to somewhere he could follow me easier. All I can do is pray he won't follow me into the shower. I can imagine that somehow though...I can just see him walking into the changing room's showers and standing next to me, grabbing my soap every now and then, scrubbing it under his arm pits and...oh. Oh. Ew. Stop.
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I now realize I'm writing this for my own amusement and no one elses. shrugs What'cha gonna do?
