Friday morning. We all sleep late. It had been so hot the night before that we were all
restless come bedtime and unable to sleep. I had spent a lot of time tossing and turning
until about three in the morning and I wasn't the only one. In the bunk below mine, I could
hear Miroku moving around.
Van and I had parted on good terms. He didn't dislike me, he had just been bored out of his mind here. He seemed very pleased at the thought of leaving and I was just glad he was happy. Reianna would take good care of him -she did worship him after all- and I knew he'd like her well enough.
I wake up around ten AM. The sun is beaming through the window and I -not wanting to get up yet- roll over and hide under my pillow. Then I wonder what time it is and I peer at my watch. TEN O'CLOCK?! We had missed breakfast...Or was Miroku already up? I leaned over the side of my bunk.
Nope. He's still sound asleep, curled up on his side. He must've slept with his hand under his face because there's a funny looking pattern from the prayer beads imprinted on his cheek.
I climb down from my bunk and pad off into the bathroom. Laura's also still asleep, on her stomach and mumbling something about hot guys. What a lazy bunch we are.
When I come back from the bathroom, Laura's up but Miroku's still asleep. He's flopped over on his back now, his bangs falling lightly across his forehead. His cursed right hand is clenched into a fist, a troubled look is spread across his handsome face and I wonder what he's dreaming about.
He's still asleep, so I can get dressed without leaving again. I know doing this is taking a gamble -there's always a chance he could wake up- but I am the master of changing and showing nothing in the process.
I go to find some food and he's still asleep. This worries me. He's usually up before I am. But I don't wake him; he'll get up when he's ready.
I'm watching "The Shawshank Redemption," eating day old popcorn and drinking lemonade when he finally ambles down the hall yawning. "What time is it?" He mumbles.
"Eleven-thirty." I tell him.
He looks at me and then flops down on the couch beside me. "Why am I so tired? I never sleep this late."
"You didn't look like you slept very well. You kept tossing and turning. What...what were you dreaming about?"
"I don't remember." His voice is unconvincing and I know it must've had something to do with his hellhole.
Laura comes down the hall them, still in her pajamas. "It's Friday."
"Congratulations." I mutter, "You know the days of the week."
"Shut up." She glares at me, "Friday means we go home, remember?"
I'd forgotten about that. We go home Fridays and come back Sundays. None of us had planned for that. What would we do with the boys?
Miroku looks at me questioningly. "You go home?"
"...Yeah. No one stays on weekends."
"What about us?"
"Good question." I frown, "You'll have to go somewhere."
"I could come home with you." He smiles cheerfully.
I think for a moment. "You could. I could take you home. The other Posse members can take their bishies home too. Good idea, Miroku."
His smile widens. "I would love to see your home, Michelle. And meet your brothers."
I stand up and stretch. "Well, we've got some things to do before we leave. C'mon; we should see what every one else says about this."
"Do we have to go? It's hot again." He is being whiney. I think the heat's making him cranky.
"You forgot about the radio again, Stupid." Laura no Baka says smugly.
"Excuse me?" I ask her sharply, "What did you just say?"
She opens her mouth to respond, then hesitates. Miroku is glaring at her, the prayer beads grasped lightly in his finger tips. I'm sure I have a look that could freeze Hell spread across my face. "Uhhhh...I said you can use the radio instead of going to see them." She finally says.
"That's what I thought you said." I say fiercely. I go back down the hall to our room and dig around amongst my stuff for the radio. It's buried under a pile of clothing for I use it little. Often, we play games with them on cook out mornings, but other than that it's forgotten.
Once I find it, I head back down to the "living room." Miroku twists around on the couch to see what I have for he knows not what a radio is. I sit back down beside him and switch it on. It spends a lot of time charging so I know it works.
Laura seats herself on the armrest of the couch and watches somewhat interested as I call the others.
"Attention every one; it's Friday." I began, "And Friday means we go home. Now, it never occurred to us that we would be leaving, so we hadn't planned on what we would do with the boys. At Miroku's suggestion, each Posse member is to take their respective bishie home with them for the weekend. Everybody understand?"
A chorus of "YEESSSES!" and cheers follow my proclamation and I smile to myself. I knew they'd take it well.
Laura no Baka frowns. "What about me?" She complains, "There's no one for me to take home. I want a cute guy to take home too."
I snort. "You wouldn't know what to do with one of them. They aren't like you or I." To prove this point, I nod in Miroku's direction.
He's peering curiously at the radio, turning it over in his hand. He scratches his head. "Remarkable. This contraption allows you to speak with people who are nowhere near you?"
Laura stares at him. I think reality has finally set in. She might finally understand that he's really from another time. She hadn't noticed my introducing him to the flushies (our pet name for toilets) or telling him how the shower and the microwave worked. What an idiot she is.
There is a flurry of activity around AOC today. Every one has mild cleaning to do along with packing. We see each other only at meal times and they are pretty hasty. We all want to go home and taking the guys home will prove to be interesting.
It's four-thirty. Molly's mom arrives first, the rest of our parents soon follow. We're on our way home.
Van and I had parted on good terms. He didn't dislike me, he had just been bored out of his mind here. He seemed very pleased at the thought of leaving and I was just glad he was happy. Reianna would take good care of him -she did worship him after all- and I knew he'd like her well enough.
I wake up around ten AM. The sun is beaming through the window and I -not wanting to get up yet- roll over and hide under my pillow. Then I wonder what time it is and I peer at my watch. TEN O'CLOCK?! We had missed breakfast...Or was Miroku already up? I leaned over the side of my bunk.
Nope. He's still sound asleep, curled up on his side. He must've slept with his hand under his face because there's a funny looking pattern from the prayer beads imprinted on his cheek.
I climb down from my bunk and pad off into the bathroom. Laura's also still asleep, on her stomach and mumbling something about hot guys. What a lazy bunch we are.
When I come back from the bathroom, Laura's up but Miroku's still asleep. He's flopped over on his back now, his bangs falling lightly across his forehead. His cursed right hand is clenched into a fist, a troubled look is spread across his handsome face and I wonder what he's dreaming about.
He's still asleep, so I can get dressed without leaving again. I know doing this is taking a gamble -there's always a chance he could wake up- but I am the master of changing and showing nothing in the process.
I go to find some food and he's still asleep. This worries me. He's usually up before I am. But I don't wake him; he'll get up when he's ready.
I'm watching "The Shawshank Redemption," eating day old popcorn and drinking lemonade when he finally ambles down the hall yawning. "What time is it?" He mumbles.
"Eleven-thirty." I tell him.
He looks at me and then flops down on the couch beside me. "Why am I so tired? I never sleep this late."
"You didn't look like you slept very well. You kept tossing and turning. What...what were you dreaming about?"
"I don't remember." His voice is unconvincing and I know it must've had something to do with his hellhole.
Laura comes down the hall them, still in her pajamas. "It's Friday."
"Congratulations." I mutter, "You know the days of the week."
"Shut up." She glares at me, "Friday means we go home, remember?"
I'd forgotten about that. We go home Fridays and come back Sundays. None of us had planned for that. What would we do with the boys?
Miroku looks at me questioningly. "You go home?"
"...Yeah. No one stays on weekends."
"What about us?"
"Good question." I frown, "You'll have to go somewhere."
"I could come home with you." He smiles cheerfully.
I think for a moment. "You could. I could take you home. The other Posse members can take their bishies home too. Good idea, Miroku."
His smile widens. "I would love to see your home, Michelle. And meet your brothers."
I stand up and stretch. "Well, we've got some things to do before we leave. C'mon; we should see what every one else says about this."
"Do we have to go? It's hot again." He is being whiney. I think the heat's making him cranky.
"You forgot about the radio again, Stupid." Laura no Baka says smugly.
"Excuse me?" I ask her sharply, "What did you just say?"
She opens her mouth to respond, then hesitates. Miroku is glaring at her, the prayer beads grasped lightly in his finger tips. I'm sure I have a look that could freeze Hell spread across my face. "Uhhhh...I said you can use the radio instead of going to see them." She finally says.
"That's what I thought you said." I say fiercely. I go back down the hall to our room and dig around amongst my stuff for the radio. It's buried under a pile of clothing for I use it little. Often, we play games with them on cook out mornings, but other than that it's forgotten.
Once I find it, I head back down to the "living room." Miroku twists around on the couch to see what I have for he knows not what a radio is. I sit back down beside him and switch it on. It spends a lot of time charging so I know it works.
Laura seats herself on the armrest of the couch and watches somewhat interested as I call the others.
"Attention every one; it's Friday." I began, "And Friday means we go home. Now, it never occurred to us that we would be leaving, so we hadn't planned on what we would do with the boys. At Miroku's suggestion, each Posse member is to take their respective bishie home with them for the weekend. Everybody understand?"
A chorus of "YEESSSES!" and cheers follow my proclamation and I smile to myself. I knew they'd take it well.
Laura no Baka frowns. "What about me?" She complains, "There's no one for me to take home. I want a cute guy to take home too."
I snort. "You wouldn't know what to do with one of them. They aren't like you or I." To prove this point, I nod in Miroku's direction.
He's peering curiously at the radio, turning it over in his hand. He scratches his head. "Remarkable. This contraption allows you to speak with people who are nowhere near you?"
Laura stares at him. I think reality has finally set in. She might finally understand that he's really from another time. She hadn't noticed my introducing him to the flushies (our pet name for toilets) or telling him how the shower and the microwave worked. What an idiot she is.
There is a flurry of activity around AOC today. Every one has mild cleaning to do along with packing. We see each other only at meal times and they are pretty hasty. We all want to go home and taking the guys home will prove to be interesting.
It's four-thirty. Molly's mom arrives first, the rest of our parents soon follow. We're on our way home.