Chapter 11
I had woken up that morning, with company. Apparently after Ginger spilled his heart out about Mirage we had both fallen asleep. In my bed. All night. But it was morning now; he would wake up sober, and hungover. I had gotten up, quickly and quietly as not to disturb the sleeping villain. Although he doesn't seem that much like a villain. Well not since my little rant last night. I was in my kitchen now, making some coffee, for me and the drunk.
I had heard Ginger get up a couple minutes ago, he made his was towards the bathroom. Most likely to try and relieve his hangover a little bit. I bet you he would smell the coffee soon and come running. From what I've seen of him he likes coffee. Especially when he's working over those big blue pieces of paper that have a bunch of diagrams and numbers that I never cared to try and make sense of. And speak of the devil. Who is that I hear walking through the doorway of the kitchen? Why the evil genius himself. His eyes looked bloodshot and he didn't look very happy to be alive at that moment.
"Well, look who's finally up."I said cheerfully. Knowing all too well how much Ginger must hate me for being so happy. I saw that he was holding a small slip of paper. A piece of paper I recognized. My eyes widened. Please no. Please don't ask me about that.
"Lil?" he asked. Crap.
"Hmm?" I said, taking a sip of coffee trying to act calm.
"Who's Doy-el Fort-un-son?" he said pronouncing every syllable with great distaste. Quick! Think of something!
"Um…he's supposed to either be my dad, or someone who can help me find out who my family was" I said. No! Why did I say that? No, no, no. He raised an eyebrow at me. It screamed 'really?'
"Oh, okay. Um…do you need any help trying to find him?" he asked. No!
"Sure." No! Stupid mouth! Can't you freaking listen to what I'm trying to tell you to say?
"Okay. So… can I have some coffee?" he asked awkwardly.
"Go ahead." I said. Staring into my cup lost in the dark brown liquid. I moved aside and walked towards my couch in the other room. I sat in the middle, folding my legs under me. I felt Buddy drop down next to me. I looked up at him from under some of the hair that had fallen into my face.
"Lil?" he asked.
"Yeah, Ginger?"
"Thanks" he said. I smiled and took and mouthful of coffee and swallowed.
"No problem, Ginger" I said into my half-full coffee cup.
----
Ugh! Well that was a little harder than it should have been. This is really a bit of filler since I feel I've been away for a little while. But hey, I was grounded. Friggin cops. Hate cops, man. I really do. But good news! I don't know I if I mentioned it but I got in to smart kids school. *does nerdy wannabe disco move*. Which I find incredibly strange since I am late to and ditch my classes a little too often. But hey! I'm not gunna question it!
-MarbleMemo