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Crossing Paths - Chapter Six
What the hell? I wasn't kidding! There's no way she could know him! No way in hell! What the hell is going on?
"Mom, we gotta go." I say quickly, grabbing Taichi by the wrist. He waves to my mom as I pull him out the door. After the door is closed, I let go of his wrist. I glare at him, "Tell me you know what she was talking about." I demand.
He just shrugs.
"You've never met her before!" I practically yell. I'm kind of hoping that he tells me he has, at least then it won't seem so screwed up.
"You think I don't know that?" He says quietly. He looks at me, there's a hint of something shining in his eyes, but I don't know what it is. "You know as much as I do."
"It doesn't matter anyway." I say, shaking off everything that just happened. "Let's just go to my place and get this over with."
He nods slightly, and we head over to my apartment.
It's been two weeks, and we haven't mentioned the incident with my mom since the day it happened. Though that's practically all I've thought about. How could my mom know Taichi? How? Maybe she's going crazy? I would have thought Takeru would have said something. I don't know. Taichi supposed to come over today, so we can work on our crap.
There's finally a knock on the door. "It's open!" I yell from my bedroom. I hear the door open and close quickly. I walk out of my room; Taichi is taking off his shoes by the door. He turns to me, and I realize that his khaki's are ripped at the knee--The skin underneath slightly red. "What happened?" I ask, pointing at the bare flesh.
"The elevator was out of order." He states simply.
I raise an eyebrow. "And?"
"And, the stairs don't like me." He says sheepishly, his face reddening slightly.
I smirk at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Did they trip you...again?" I ask, laughing slightly.
He just shrugs. "No." He pauses for a moment, then says, "This time they decided to move right before my foot stepped on them."
I laugh. Shaking my head; I say, "You're a loser. A big fucking klutz." Yeah, I learned that over the last two weeks. He injures himself at least once a day. I'm surprised he hasn't broken anything yet. Still don't like him all that much, but you know, I figure I should make the best of it. "Well, at least you got it out of your system."
He cocks his head to one side, I can't quite place the expression he's giving me. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asks finally.
I just shrug. "Nothing. It's just you get injured every day at least once. I was just saying that maybe you'll get through the rest of the day with no problems."
He nods. "Do we really have to do this today? I'd rather be playing Soccer." He states, sighing deeply.
I stare at him for a moment. Why did that statement sound so familiar? I feel myself shudder. "What?" He asks.
I shake my head. "Nothing. I just had this weird feeling of déjà vu."
"Right." He says after a moment. "Well, let's get this over with."
I nod. He walks pasts me and gives me a crooked smile. I raise my eyebrow at him as he sits on the couch. What the hell was that? I walk over to the couch, and sit next to him. I pull some things out from under the coffee table. I hand him a piece of paper. He looks at it oddly, and looks up at me. "What is this?" He asks.
I look at him as if he's dumb. "That's what you're going to be doing, dumbass."
He looks at the paper again then back at me. "Why do I have to do this stuff?"
I groan loudly. "Because that's what Mrs. Leone assigned you." Can I just hit him, once? All I need is one time... I know I'll feel better after. "Can you stop being a pain in my ass and just do the work?"
He stares at me for a few seconds, then breaks out in a grin. "How come you don't like me?"
I laugh harshly. "Oh, I don't know." I say sarcastically.
"I like you." I feel my eyes widen at that statement. I stare at him, not knowing what to say. "Well, when you're not being an asshole... Wait," He laughs. "Nevermind. When are you not being an asshole?"
Oh. Well, okay. What the hell was I thinking? I feel a little bit better that he didn't mean it the way I thought he did. It registers in my brain what he just said. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I growl.
He smiles sweetly at me. "Nothing."
Please, just once. I just want to punch him square in the face once. I would feel all the more better. I just want to choke him till he turns purple. "Well, we better get to work." He says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nod in return.
After a few hours of nothing but fighting with me, and remarks going back and forth between the two of us--I go to the bathroom. I come back out and Taichi is laying on the couch. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask arms crossing over my chest.
He turns his head towards me and grins. "Relaxing." He turns his head back to the television, he's watching some music video. "You have a real comfy couch." He says, yawning and stretching a little.
I stride over to the couch, and glare down at him. "Get off my couch." I growl low in my throat.
He just grins up at me. "It's too late to go play soccer, and I don't want to go home yet."
I look at him like he's out of his mind. "Didn't you get the hint? I don't want you here. Go home." I say, but in sounds more like a joke to my ears. I sigh exasperatedly. "Please go home."
He yawns again, saying, "Can't I just stay here for a while longer?" He's not looking at me, but at the television now.
I groan loudly and throw my hands up in the air. "Fine! Why the hell are you so intent to stay here?!" I mutter loudly.
"Because I like you." He utters, his eyes close and his breath starts to even out.
Walking to the kitchen, I sigh. Great, now I have a sleeping Taichi on my couch. Just GREAT! He's got an hour, that's it. I give him an hour. Then he's going home, even if I have to drag him there myself. I glance at the clock on the wall. Seven o'clock at night. It should be getting dark soon. I feel a yawn threatening to emerge, but I fight it off. I stretch slightly. I make my way towards my room. Okay, I'll take a quick nap, and when I get up I'll take Taichi home. I crawl into bed, and I'm asleep when my head hit the pillow.
I wake up to the sun shining on my face. I groan, and roll over away from the light. I stretch, and my hand falls back onto the bed. It lands on something warm, so I open my eyes. Holy fuck. I feel my eyes widen. Holy... Oh shit. My whole body jumps and the next thing I know I'm on the floor. I glance over the side of the bed. I rub my eyes just to make sure I'm not dreaming. Once I realize it's not a dream; I stand up and pull the covers off the bed. "What the fuck are you doing!?" I scream. I don't care who I wake up. "Why the fuck are you in my bed!?"
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Aero-Grrl: Another perfect spot to stop. This was a fun chapter to write. The next one is gonna be good. Ooh, the suspense! Don't you just hate it? Well, anyway, thanks for all the lovely reviews! They're much appreciated! Please keep them coming! -Ciao