Byte tossed and turned under the dark grey colored sheets. The sun was already beating down on her which caused a slight "glistening" on her skin. This of course didn't faze her at all since she was known to be a bit of a deep sleeper. Apart from this, she talked in her sleep. She muttered incoherent things that ranged from anger to just plain silliness.
"Get off me before I make you," she murmured and furrowed her eyebrows. She sniffled and shook her head slightly. "Mr. Elephant, you bastard. Don't sit on…"she whispered.
Java peered into Byte's room and spotted the sleep-talking girl. This talking isn't what woke her up though. About five minutes before Byte started to talk, the girl actually had punched the wall. Although Java felt angry at first, she figured she couldn't really blame the kid. Sleep talking and punching couldn't be stopped. She closed the door behind her and took a seat on her bed, staring at her slightly. "Please don't what now?" she said loudly in an attempt to wake Byte up. She failed. Java thought about what to do for a second then grinned as she found an idea.
Java jumped up on to the bed then placed her hands against her arms for a second. They were cold as ice at this point. She tried hard not to laugh as she placed her hands near Byte's neck. Suddenly, she pressed her hands against the side of her neck while yelling, "Cold hands! Cold hands!"
Byte woke suddenly, feeling as though she was having a mini heart attack. When she found Java sitting on her bed, she glared at her angrily. "I was sleeping ya know."
"So was I, until I heard your racket." She replied, a bit annoyed as well. "What were you dreaming about anyway?"
Byte shook her head with a shrug, "Nothing."
Java grinned then laid down on the edge of her bed, "I'm sure Mr. Elephant won't like that very much."
Byte shot a look at her and shook her head. She got out of bed in a pair of grey pajama pants and a black fitted shirt then headed into the bathroom to change into the usual black, fitted lycra top with the segmented sleeves, black pants, seatbelt-belt, the whole shebang. She began applying her make-up and saw that Java was now asleep, her black and purple braids sprawled around her. Some green eye shadow, some black eyeliner, and viola she was finished. She looked back at Java and found that she was still asleep…on her bed. Soon enough, she grabbed a dark purple throw blanket and put it over her.
She tied up her hair into a pony-tail and walked out into the hallways, spotting that Max again. She however walked past him and unbeknownst to her, dropped her headset.
He spotted it and picked it up for her. "Hey, babe you dropped your headset," he called with his deep voice.
Byte turned around, her eyes meeting his. Just from that one look she melted instantly, it was one of those feelings that happened every time he did something nice for her."Thank you," she smiled.
He stared at her for a moment then ran his hand through his thick hair. He placed his hands around her waist with a grin on his face, "We haven't spent time together in a while. What's Ram got you doing in there?"
Byte stared at him for a moment then sighed deeply. "Testing stuff out for the virts, as you saw earlier. It'll be over soon, don't worry," she said reassuringly.
He laughed and then pulled her into a tight hug, his arms bulging around her. "Why don't we have dinner? Y'know…catch up on things, yeah?"
"Hey, Cadet, don't you have to get back to work?" Mega called out from the other side of the hall, heading their way.
Max looked at Byte, "Oh…yeah I was just about to do that. I just…wanted to uh-"
Mega crossed his arms, "Wanted to what?"
"Wanted to talk to Byte…"
"About what?"
Byte stepped in, "C'mon…butt out, Meg."
Mega shrugged then smirked, "Oh [i]little sister[/i], I just wanted to have a chat with good ole Max here."
Max took a step back. He grew just a bit more apprehensive now that he was dealing with Mega, the older brother of Byte. For some reason, he constantly felt as if dating Byte was a crime around here. Even though not a lot of people approved of their relationship, he couldn't stay away. The girl was undeniable. "Listen…Byte, seven o'clock tomorrow? It's on me." He smiled weakly then walked off into the other direction.
"Smooth, brother," Byte said under her breath and walked off in the opposite direction of Max.
Meanwhile Siva sat in bed with nausea getting the best of her. She pressed the button on her headset and sighed, "Byte…I need you in my room." She managed to say then raced out toward the bathroom to vomit for the fifth time.
Byte ignored Siva's page since she could hear it. In fact, Java was the one to respond.
"Siva, what is it?" Java called upon entering her sister's room.
Siva coughed once more and sniffled before getting out. "I asked for Byte…" she replied, opening the door from the bathroom.
"She's busy. Besides, what's Byte got that I don't have?"
She leaned against the door frame and looked over to Java, trying to think of a long lie to tell her. She blinked for a moment then opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Well?" Java inquired.
"She has my make up and she hasn't given it back to me."
"Alright, I'll be sure to tell her then." Java said and sighed. "Whatever you're hiding Siva, remember that I'm your sister and you can tell me anything." She added which sounded more like a warning than a statement. She snuck out of her room, leaving Siva alone.
Outside, Byte sat on a lawn chair with a cocktail in one hand and a magazine in another. She took a sip of the drink then set it down on the table next to her…well tried. After a few attempts to place the drink down blindly she finally looked over to see that Jay, who was sitting next to her all along, had moved the table as a joke. "Why thank you." she scoffed and playfully slapped his arm after setting the drink down.
"Kiddo, you're too young for that stuff," Jay warned and grabbed her drink and guzzled it down with ease. He smiled at her as he set the empty glass down.
"Hey! I was enjoying that!"
Jay shrugged her off and gave her a pat on the head as if she was a dog. "What would your mother think, Byte?" he sighed.
She shot him a look as she played with her headset, though didn't realize that her "speak" button was on. "Well I don't know, Jay. Which one were you referring to? The adoptive alcoholic one or the real one?"
He smirked then went over and sat down on her lawn chair. "Well I think the alcoholic one would have encouraged it." he muttered.
Byte inhaled deeply at the thought of her real mother that she never got to meet. "I think my real mom," she paused, "I don't think she'd care either."
"I think she would." Jay looked at the girl and smiled slightly. For such a tough girl, she wasn't so tough when it came to matters like this. It just showed that she had a heart that no one else could really see, a vulnerable side that pretty much anyone would love to see.
She sat up completely, the headset laced around her fingers. "I don't know Jay…I don't even know if she's alive."
"You ever think about her?"
"All the time," she sighed. She suddenly looked down at her headset, noticing that it had been on the entire time. "Oh no," she muttered, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape.