So, it seems, like some people's still reading me. Thank you^^ Btw, only I chapter and epilogue is left =)
Chapter 7
I wake up from the cold. Place near me on the bed is empty. I sit up and notice little mouse. He stands in the center of the room and puts on his jeans.
- And where are you going? – My voice is rather hoarse after sleep.
- I need to come back home, - little mouse says, not turning his head my way.
I stand up, come closer to him and lay my hand on his forehead.
- At least your fever's gone.
Little mouse freezes for some seconds, then moves away and comes closer to the computer table.
- I really need to….go.
I nod and then come closer to the table myself for…
- Here, - I take present, with green wrapping paper on, from the table and give it to little mouse.
- You pass out before I could give it to you yesterday.
He sniffs and pulls the present closer to his chest.
When the door behind little mouse closes, when steps in the hall disappear, when I hear opening and closing of the front door…I feel myself so tired.
I almost fall on the chair. My eyes immediately notice the present in dark blue wrapping paper that little mouse gave to me. I sigh and begin to unpack it.
What really surprises me is a choice of present. It's a notepad. Little mouse's notepad, which he almost never lets out of his hands. The same notepad he one time already left here, at my place. But now little mouse gives me his "value" on his own accord.
I open this notepad and leaf through. Some notes, school timetable… Nothing special… almost nothing. Some stupid girlish hearts, some drawings, poor excuses for portraits and one name that keeps repeating from one page to another.
- I can't take it, - I pronounce as soon as this misunderstanding opens me the door.
- David…but how? How do you know my address?
- Little mouse, I'm of course not the cleverest guy on the Earth, but even I know what for people create phone directories.
He stands, leaning out of the door, and shivers. And it's not surprising. He stands here in jeans and one fine T-shirt.
- You let me come in?
Little mouse hesitates and drops his eyes.
- I can't.
I nod. Of course. And I'm not hurt. I didn't expect him... I sigh and extend him his notepad.
- But why? – He silently asks me.
I just shrug my shoulders.
- It's too personal. I just can't.
Little mouse nods and take his present back sadly.
- But it means that I didn't give you anything.
I laugh and shake my head.
- Don't give such silly things into your head, little one.
Suddenly we hear not so friendly, even rude voice from the house:
- Mickey, who the hell is there?
Little mouse's smile is full of bitterness.
- I'm sorry, but I really need to go back.
He comes to me a lit bit closer, rises himself slightly on tiptoe and touches gently my cheek with his lips.
- Thank you for yesterday, David.
I nod. Little mouse flushes a lit, turns away and then go back inside the house.
