I was almost amazed at how easy that was, but I did move around a lot so my bindings loosened some on the way home. But I still couldn't believe this super-jock next to me giving me a play-by-play actually stood up for me- an Easter agent- who's supposed to be the enemy. I guess friendship is something I'll never understand. I can't say I ever really wanted to work for Easter, it's a family thing, and I can't say I ever wanted friends either, but that's just something out of my control.
"I had no idea you could Character Transform! What was that, a ninja? You were so kick-ass-", he had me in one of those half-hugs with his fist on my chest, my loosely-binded chest (I'm so screwed). He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk without letting go,
"Cole… please tell me you have cancer or something", his voice wavered (no, now I'm screwed)
"Not that I know of", he jumps back like I have AIDS and backs up into a streetlight (okay, if he gets a concussion I'm saved).
He rubes his head and slowly starts to get up, "HOLY CRAP YOU'RE A G-", I cover his mouth before he can finish his sentence and move him to the soccer field close by (I'm dead, so very, very dead) .
I try everything to calm him down until I say 'screw this' and punch him in the face, not hard enough to knock him out (but hard enough). I answered most of his questions pretty easily, like what and when but the hardest was why,
"Long story short- My mom sent me here to live with my uncle who's the director of Easter and he needed a male", okay so maybe it wasn't the hardest question, but it would be if I gave all the details.
"So you lied to me"
"No, it wasn't just you, I lied to everybody", his expression didn't waver, "That came out wrong didn't it".
"Wait so are you a girl too", Daichi asked Sauske who gave him a death glair,
"I'll kill you and make it look like a bloody accident", Sauske retorted on an even tone.
At this Daichi hid behind his bearers head trembling. Kukai turned away from me,
"If you lied about this, what else were you lying about?"
"Nothing! I really enjoyed hanging out with you these past few days and you felt the same way!"
"That's different-"
"Well I'm the same person. I didn't lie about anything else"
I couldn't see his expression, I can't explain it, but everything I said was sincere and I really didn't want him to go. Normally I didn't think much of it when people walked in and out of my life, but this time was different, this time I felt like I needed him. Honestly I don't blame him, if I found out one of my best girl-friends was a guy I'd feel the same way, but all I really want from him is a second chance.
"Alright… if you beat me in arm-wrestling I'll act like nothing ever happened", he flashed that signature smile of his yet I knew he was serious (is this guy for real?)
This guy never ceases to amaze me, first he's sounding all hurt because I didn't tell him sooner, and now he's back to his old self. All I knew was I could not afford to lose. We headed to the bleachers, our blazers off and sleeves rolled up ready for the arm-wrestling match that would decide our fate (okay even I know that sounded stupid).
We take a seat on the bottom bleachers using to one above us as a surface, the match starts at a standoff; neither of us any farther than the other. Kukai starts to sweat as my arm goes down, or so he thinks, truth is that's what I was waiting for. You see, as the he thinks he's about to win he lets his guard down and weakens his grip, this gives me the chance to bounce back at full-power sending his hand in the opposite direction. So basically here's what it looks like; he starts the match and loses instantly.
He's speechless, yet he manages to stutter out 'how did you do that' and 'what the hell', I remind him that we had a deal. We walked home yet somehow I knew it wasn't going to be 'like nothing ever happened', hell, I practically had to monologue all the way home, if it wasn't for that dumb-ass question,
"Well if your uncle already kicked you out, then why do you still have to dress like a boy?"
That was the one question I couldn't answer.
