I was wearing something casual that whole day, and the whole time I was picking the skin off my face while Tidus was practicing with the Aurochs.
"Gross…" I muttered, peeling off the flaky skin and checking the time. It's was already 3 o'clock and sitting on the couch became boring. I had peeled off all the skin I could while the trash can was next to me. Groaning when I peeled off some of the skin, which wasn't ready to be picked at. Once I was done picking at my face, I tugged off the slim-fitting shirt I was wearing. I rubbed the back of my neck with a sigh and started scratching my shoulders. The flakes fell, but I picked my head up when I heard the door close. There was Tidus staring at me, picking at my peeling skin.
"Do you have to do that here? Couldn't you do that in the bathroom?" He looked annoyed, and obviously something was bothering him. I didn't bother asking him, because eventually he would tell me. I shook my head.
"Didn't cross my mind, sorry." He walked over, pressing his hand right in between my shoulder blades and shoved me off the couch. I stood up straight and watched him as he leaned over to study the couch. Flakes of the skin I had been scratching off lay there.
"You clean it up, go get the vacuum." He shot his finger into a point at the hallway closet. He stormed out of the room, and into his bed room. I stared back at the mess I made, but rolled my eyes. I wasn't about to listen to him on demand, despite staying at his house. It wasn't as bad as him destroying my kitchen when he decided to make cookies. With that thought I left for the kitchen. Eventually I heard grumbling and the vacuum for a short while. Obviously something was bugging him enough to make him pissed off.
In my head, I figured he had already gotten tired of having me around. I would've kept thinking that, if we weren't doing just fine yesterday. It was something else that had him on edge, and when he walked into the kitchen I asked him.
"Alright, what's eating at you?" I asked once he was chugging down a tall glass of cold water. He grumbled a "nothing", but as soon as I crossed my arms and gave him a sharp stare, he caved.
"Besaid is having some festival." He replied, but it didn't answer the question. I already knew that, it was one of the reasons I was here.
"That still doesn't answer my question, Tidus." I replied, he fidgeted a bit, hesitant to tell me what was actually on his mind. Watching him I could tell, it had something to do with his blitzball team.
"You don't think you're going to have any fun, do you?" It was written all over his face. It was now obvious that he was afraid he was going to get swamped by fans. I nodded and with a soft "so I see", and took his cup from him. There was no sign of reassurance on my face, no smile, at least from what I could feel. Somehow though, Tidus stared at me for a good while, and that idiotic grin appeared. The same grin that made me twitch and made me glad. I guess that, in some way, I was there for him.
"Quit looking at me like that." Of course, as I walked past him, I could never let him know that.
That night, it fairly consisted of the same things; TV, discussions, and sleep. Though, Tidus seemed different, as if he was worried about something. There was still something that he wasn't telling me. I decided to let it go, because these thoughts normally led to discussions about his father. The festival was tomorrow night, and we had made stupid promises to spend the majority of our time together. Still though, I had a feeling that something was going to ruin that.
