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A/N: Well, I was debating on whether or not to write this. Somehow I sprained my wrist (actually, it's a rather embarrassing way to sprain it, so I'm not going to say how), and it hurts like hell. I have no idea how long it's going to take for me to write this. I'm going very slow right now because I can't make any sudden movements with my right hand. I was planning on writing more to this and Inexpressible Inhibitions... Which, by the way, is my new story. You should go read it! Ha, plugging my own fic. But, yeah, more writing may or may not happen. Anyway, enjoy!

Crossing Paths - Chapter Nine

"Ooh, geez. Someone's a little pissy this morning." I mutter. What the hell is his problem? "What the hell is your problem?"

He crosses his arms across his chest, and shakes his head. "Nothing." He says finally. I stand there a hand on my hip, and my eyebrow raised, just staring at him. Does he think I believe him or something? He looks up at me and grins. "I'm hungry though."

I laugh at him. "What do you want me to do about it?" Now that was a stupid question. I shake my head at myself. I can be such an idiot sometimes.

He grins at me. "I want you to get me something to eat." He says, okay, how did he go from being pissed off to being happy?

I start to laugh like it's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. I sit down on the couch next to him and say, "Not going to happen, man. Plus, it wasn't an offer, just a stupid question that I knew the answer to."

He shrugs. "Well, at least you didn't offer something else and then tell me no." He says laughing. He gets up off the couch and walks into the kitchen.

I watch him as he goes, and ask, "What do you mean 'something else'? What else is there to offer?" I watch his back shrug and my eyes widen. Okay, there is something else I could offer, but I'm not even going to think about that.

He turns to me, a grin plastered to his face. "I could think of something." He replies, laughing.

I raise my eyebrow. "I'm not giving you head." I shake my head to emphasize my point.

He laughs loudly and uncontrollably. "That's... Not... What... I meant..." He says regaining his breath. He laughs once more and says, "I can't remember what I meant, but it wasn't that." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "Get your damn head out of the gutter!"

I shake my head. "You're the one who said it, not me. Well, I said the head part... Oh, nevermind." I reply laughing. This conversation is getting very uncomfortable. There's silence between us until he drops a box of cereal on the floor. I jump. "Damn. Be more careful." I say with a laugh.

"It wouldn't have happened if you would have just done it for me." He replies, picking the box up. "Where're your bowls?"

"In the cupboard above and to the right of the sink." I turn on the television, and start flipping through channels. I'm kind of hoping the couch with swallow me whole. I am very uncomfortable right now, I feel utterly embarrassed, and I can't seem to figure out why. I'm over the head thing. I am. It's just some things that he says. He confuses me, very much.

"And how many times do you plan on cycling through the channels?" His voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I stop flipping through channels instantly, and look at him, confused. "Oh, you should of kept going. You were on like the one hundredth time!" He looks at me. "You might have broken some record or something." I continue to stare at him, and he fidgets next to me. "What?" He finally asks.

I look away from him and back at the television. I don't say a word. I turn off the television after a moment. Out of the corner of my eye I see Taichi look at me, confused. "Nothing good is on."

He nods, and says, "Shouldn't we work on our project?"

I shrug. "Did we not finish before?"

"I don't know. You tell me." He stares at me, then says, "And, I was trying to give us something to do. Since you're being weird. And you called me a freak!"

I laugh and shake my head. "You want something to do?" I don't let him reply. "Go clean my room."

"I would but, I don't know what I would find in there." He replies laughing. "Plus, since you didn't get me my cereal, why should I clean your room? It's only fair."

I shake my head. "You were the one who said you wanted something to do."

"Only because you're being a weirdo!"

I look at him and notice he doesn't have his bowl of cereal. "Did you eat it already?"

He looks at him and raises his eyebrow. "What--Oh, no. I changed my mind... I don't want any anymore."

I roll my eyes and say, "Whatever. Do you want me to get you some cereal?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not cleaning your room."

"Who said anything about cleaning my room?" I reply, laughing.

"Well, the whole conversation about me cleaning your room, maybe. Since I said that I wasn't going to clean your room because you didn't get me cereal... This is just your way of getting me to clean your room." He rambles on, when he finishes he sticks his tongue out at me.

I laugh. "I think you're reading into things a little too far. I think you watch way to much television."

"Reality TV, actually. That and soap operas..." I give him a weird look. "My mom watches them!"

I nod my head. "Right." I say mockingly. I nudge him with my elbow. "I know you watch them on your own time. It's not just your mom, is it?" I laugh.

For some reason he doesn't find it funny, he just glares at me. "You're an asshole."

I feel my eyes widen and my mouth drop to the floor. "What?" I ask dumbfoundedly.

"Fuck you." He spits out at me.

Anger takes over my body, and I say, "Oh, blow me." I get up off the couch and get in his face. "I was joking, dumbass."

He reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt, and then I find myself on the couch again--Him on top of me. I would find it a very uncomfortable situation if he didn't have death grip on my shirt, looking like he was going to beat my face in. I grab his shirt and roll him over, I hear the sound of cloth ripping as he hits the floor, and I land on top of him. He moans, and he lets go of my shirt. I pull him up so we're face to face. I stare at him for a few seconds, then push him back to the ground and get off of him.

He lays there for a couple minutes. I have no idea why what just happened happened. He's been weird since yesterday at his house. And, it's really starting to get on my last damn nerves. I look him over and notice that his clothes weren't harmed in any way. I look down at myself, shit, my shirt's been ripped.

He gets up off the floor, and sits on the couch. He doesn't look at me, so I say, "What the fuck was that?" He doesn't answer. "And you ripped my goddamn shirt."

"Sorry." He mutters.

"Oh, fuck you, man. What the hell is your problem?" I spit out at him. He shrugs. "The fuck, you're not getting away with that shit. What the hell is going on? You've had a problem since yesterday when I was talking with your mother about shit I don't even know about. Seems to me you know more shit than you're leading me to believe."

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Aero-Grrl: And that's it for this chapter! Don't you all just hate me now? Haha, I can be evil at times. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! Please keep on reviewing! I'll get the next chapter out soon, I don't want to keep you all hanging here for too long! ^^ -Ciao