Chapter 8
by Undecisivepsycho
Zhi's POV
"What the hell?" I mumbled, looking up from my fan art and casting a glance around the room, "Did I just hear...no that's impossible. Probably just an echo or my brain delaying things." I reasoned with myself, leaning back to stare up into my mirror tiled ceiling. I tried to return to drawing a few times, but every time I restarted I'd hear a second set of pencil scratching.
I got up quietly so as not to startle whatever was making the noise and began moving around the room, trying to locate where the sound was coming from. It seemed to come from my ceiling above my dresser so I grabbed a rather special pair of goggles, put them on, and adjusted them while looking at the ceiling until I could see a blank space over one of the mirrors. Smirking, I pushed the goggles up and got onto my dresser.
Masky's POV
I'm willing to admit that what I did, or more accurately didn't do, was stupid. I had no clue what Zhi was doing with the goggles, so I stayed put and drew her from the shoulders up with her fingers around the right lens, then fro the waist up with her hand on her hip and a smirk on her face. Just as I had finished the latter sketch the 2-way mirror tile I was looking through slid over to the side and Zhi began pulling herself up until she was suddenly eye level with me.
"Masky?! What the hell are you doing in my ceiling?! How did you even get up here, I keep my door locked!" She questioned, looking shocked and almost on the verge of anger.
"I-I. um..." I stuttered, trying to hide my sketchpad with one arm to no avail.
"You. um.. what?" she mocked, taking the sketchpad from under me to look at it. "What's thi-. So you were the one that left everything in front of my door! How were you able to draw things only I've seen?!"
"I-I have a friend who owes me a lot of favors before he can move in here..." I stuttered once more, She looked angry and confused. She was on her knees with one hand on the 'floor', the other holding out the sketchpad. Even though she was obviously mad, her face was round and pudgy so she looked like a child. I was scared, but I couldn't help notice that she looked kind of adorable.
"Why me though?" she asked. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. All I could do is pull myself forward to close the gap, pressing my lips to hers as I wrapped my arms around her, jumping down into her room, the drawings scattering around us and her hand pinned to her chest by my body.
"t-that's not..." She stuttered and trailed off, looking confused and trying to back away, but my arms were pinning her and one of her hands to me. Her other hand dropped to her side, thin and delicate like a butterfly. How hadn't I noticed that before?
"An answer? Of course it is." I said, looking down at her with a smile.
Zhi's POV
I couldn't do anything, not even after he stepped away and began looking around the room. Eventually I just plopped onto the floor where I stood, still speechless and holding the two most recent drawings to my chest.
"That shocked, hm? I suppose I'll go and let you think about it. I'll be back." He said, slipping out and closing my door with a soft 'click'. It took what felt like an eternity for me to gather my thoughts and get up to write about what happened and lock the document in a file. Just for good measure I scanned a few of the drawings to include as evidence for myself some time in the future.
Author's Notes
Were you surprised by the kiss scene? Cuz I sure as hell was. That's actually my excuse for taking so long to get this up, it surprised me so much (and the writing was so bad) that I just couldn't edit it. I couldn't handle my own surprise...next chapter will hopefully be up sooner than this was. No promises though. (I mean what if I suddenly die? I can't edit from the grave...or hell in my case)