I'll flip the channel to Nick, and he leaves the room.
"I hate this stupid show. It's the kind of thing The Nine-Tailed kid would watch." But, if I leave the room too and use my awesome new ninja skills to spy on him as he watches it intensely. It's almost scary to watch him pay such attention to it, I think I shuddered when he smirked at Squidward. So, today I decided to watch him watching SB for kicks. The bad part is that he caught me red-handed. I knew I shouldn't have snickered, no matter how light, because he has crazy-awesome ninja skills, better than mine.
"What are you doing back there?" That sent a chill down my spine. There's no telling what Madara will do when he gets mad. (Except, I know he won't actually injure me. More like immature torture, i.e. the jumper cable trick that's pulled all the time at school. You jab your fingers in their sides just right, and it feels like a static shock.)
"..." No response? Man, am I getting weak?
"I know you like SB."
"I do not." Jack pot.
"Then why were you watching it like an obsessed fan?"
"Because I have nothing better to do."
"Don't you do your weight lifting-thing at this time of the day?"
"Why do you pay such avid attention to my training habits? You're not 'In Love' with me, are you? If you're as obsessed with me as it seems at the moment, you could just admit it." Damn. Effectively turned around. I can't ignore things like that.
"WHAT? I don't 'Love' you! That's immature and gross!"
"And yet, you're the one spying on me."
"I just happen to have noticed your habits."
"That's why you were spying on me watching Television instead of sitting down and watching as well." I have to get sneaky here...
"I wanted to watch it with you, but you leave the room when we watch it together, so by spying it was the closest I could get to us watching it together."
"You're a fan girl."
"Am not, Chibi man." He hates that name. So it always works. Heheh.
"..." At which point he went full-sized, hauled me over his shoulder, gagged me, tied me up, and locked me in the laundry room for a few hours. I guess I kinda deserved it. I ate his left over Inarizushi last night after all. It's his favorite food on the whole planet.
All of this was like, at 2 in the morning. School was today so I didn't sleep out of fear. I think Madara was dreading it too, I had to bring him with, seeing as he would destroy everything if I left him alone for more than 20 minutes. As the sun started to reach upwards the morning sky, I took a deep sigh and prepared my back pack. Folders, check. Notebooks, check... Hm? There was a picture of Madara attempting to smile in my soon-to-be English folder. Turning it over, I read the inscrption on the back.
'I am a asshole. I am sorry. There is something for you in your top dresser. Bring this up and you will pay.' By the lack of compounds in that piece of poorly-written literature, I could tell Madara wrote it. Especially since it was hardly legible. But, he's been strange lately. He'll look at me, then look away and sigh. Kinda the sad sigh, like he did something wrong and doesn't know how to fess up. If he burned my snap bracelet I'll kill him.
So, I went to a dresser, and peeked in the top drawer. I was expecting maybe a weird Shuriken or other dangerous/weapon-related item, that's his idea of a gift. Instead, there were two dolls. Of me and him, hugging. I wasn't sure if I should scream, take this as a threat, ot what. It probably brought him to the point of puking out of embarrassment to actually hold this in his hands. I tugged on the two figures, but they were sewn together where his arms went around me, and my head on his shoulder. I put them in my back pack and got Madara ready, I take the city bus to school.
Once on the school grounds, I reminded him not to go full-sized. He grunted and nodded.
Period 1 - English 11
Glaring at my teacher. The whole time.
"He's such a smartass... Thinks he's so great, stupid instructor. I bet he couldn't even block a simple punch, he looks flabby like a pancake." I couldn't help but agree. He really did look kinda weak as far as muscle mass.
Period 2 - Study Lab
I had to tape his arms together so he didn't hurt the supervisor. She (No names for personal reasons) gets on people's nerves easily, and since Madara was the kind of person to get mad quickly, I decided that there was going to be some kind of alternative. Maybe I could get switched to a different Study Lab?
Period 3 - Introduction to Algebra and Geometry
I think he enjoyed this class. The teacher is very nice, she takes time to explain things throuroughly and slowly so everyone gets it. Madara actually did some fractions to pass the time.
Period 4 - Careers II
Same teacher as Study Lab. I trusted Madara to sit in the hall with some stuff to do to lessen the chances of mayhem. Nothing else note worthy.
Period 5A - Japanese I
The teacher was Japanese, so for like half the class he went full sized and aided the teacher because you can understand him when he speaks English. You can hardly interpret what the actual teacher was saying though. It was REALLY funny, especially with my class mates gawking at the fact THE Uchiha Madara was in the room not trying to kill them.
Period 5B - Lunch
"I'm going to kill that kid..." Glaring at the kid behind us in line who just tried to cut in front of us.
"I'll get him later, alright? Making threats like that could get me expelled. If I get expelled, YOU lose computer privileges. For good."
Grunt, sigh, nod.
Period 6 - Civil-something-I can't-remember-because-it's-so-boring
Boring. Slideshow presentation the whole time. I took notes and Madara slept. Is that drool on my shoulder?
Period 7 - Biology
More sleep. More drool.
And so, school ended. Walking to the bus stop, a somewhat-friend from last year ran up to us, he seemed excited to see me.
"Hey Chelsea! Uh, I was wondering if you would come by my house later?" Was he asking me on a date?
"Um, I have stuff to do, I might be able to, but I can't make any promises."
"Alright then, 'bye!"
- On the bus -
"You're not going." Flat. Like my sister's sense of humor.
"Why not?"
"Because, don't you realize he was asking you on a date? You're too young for that." Says the guy who is probably crushing on me.
At home, the first thing I did once we were alone was whip out the dolls from my back pack.
"Explain please." That was a hidden demand. 'Please' was added at the end to give a false sense of politeness.
"Madara. I need to know what you really think of me. For the past few weeks you've been acting all depressed, and suddenly a note in my back pack and a gift that makes you seem like a pedophile. This isn't something you can cover up."
"I mean it."
He looked extremely hesitant. Then sat down on the couch, motioned for me to as well. We sat in silence for 10 minutes, and when I finally went say something, I got pulled into a bone-crushing hug.
"I'm not a pedophile. Technically I'm 20."
"Are you admitting you like me?"
The hug ended and we didn't talk at all the rest of the night.
So close.