A/N: Inspired by Infamousplot. Again. :3
Pairing: Hayner/Joshua (platonic)
.: the oddities of love :.
~appearance~
"MUMTHECREEPYKIDISONMYBEDAGAINANDITOLDYOUTOLOCKTHEDOORAND-"
His mother burst through the door, her face the image of resigned acceptance. She followed his trembling finger, then sighed. "Hayner, there's no one there."
Hayner whirled his head around. "What?" Sure enough, there was no sign of the creepy kid who'd been stalking him around town lately. But how did he just... just disappear like that? ACK why did he even have a stalker!? Seifer was bad enough... "B-b-b-but-"
"No buts," she said crossly. "Now do your homework."
"But Olette has-"
"-I don't care about what Olette has, you are doing your homework; and no excuses, you've only got one shot at school, this isn't a video game-"
Hayner silently blocked out the rest of his mother's lecture until she closed his bedroom door, rolling her eyes. Sighing in relief, he turned to his bed...
...To see Creepy Kid giggling at him.
"You should listen to your mother, hmm?"
"AHHHHit'syouagainleavemealoneIdon'tevenknowyouwhyareyoudoingthis!?"
"If you'd like to settle down for a sec, I'll gladly answer your questions, one at a time." He giggled airily, crossing his legs over – and ack he looked so freaking much like a girl!
"Are you a girl!?"
"Given that my name is Joshua," he began with a smirk. "I like to think not."
"Why are you on my bed?" Hayner's back hit his bedroom door as he tried to calm himself down. This was, what, the sixth time that it had happened? He really should have been getting used to this, but when he had told Pence and Olette, they'd freaked out. ("Oh really let me see!" and "Hayner, you really should report this to the police and GET YOUR HOMEWORK DONE!")
"Why not?" Cre- Joshua asked, shrugging his shoulders.
"Because it's creepy, and most people don't stalk other people."
"I wasn't stalking you."
"Then what was it? Slyly following a person around and sitting on their bed? Yeah, I think that qualifies for stalking. How do you do that, anyway?"
"Oh, I have my ways."
"Descriptive," Hayner snarked. "You should seriously take literature classes."
"Shouldn't I just."
Hayner felt like tearing his hair out.
