Only five minutes till the weekend... three minutes... two minutes... did the clock just go backwards? Come on. Hurry up. One minute... thirty seconds... 10 seconds...wait for it, here it comes.
Salvation!
I grab my things and almost run of the room. Whew. That was torture; I thought it would never end. I'm still lingering just outside the door though, just waiting for the school to file out so I don't have to rub shoulders with the good students (they all have to rush.). A minute or two passes. It looks safe enough now. Down the halls I go. Now I only have to face the walk home.
Boring walk though.
School's worse than my walk home, at school... everyone goes out of their way to be nice to me. I don't want any friends. I'll have to leave them here when I move anyway; I can tell I'm not going to be here much longer. And to be perfectly honest they all lie to you eventually. Well maybe not all, but I'm not around long enough to find out if they will or not.
Why are people so... for the lack of a better word, weird? Better put my focus back on walking before I trip.
Still no where near my house. Ah, I think I see Sleepy... yeah it's him. Well at least he's not sleeping. He's leaning on a guard rail, so that would lead me to believe he's awake. Good thing I'm rather far away, he won't see me and he's... staring out at nothing probably... He's always daydreaming. I hate when people's nicknames no longer fit, seeing as he's awake and all... damn he's spotted me. Maybe if I just walk away he won't notice or something. Nope. I've definitely been noticed. And now he's walking towards me. Do I move away? Do I go towards him? What do social people do? Um. Okay first thing is to not panic. Okay, here I am, not panicking. Wait, why am I panicking? Its just Miharu, and he's about as talkative as I am.
Uh-oh. He's tripping, again.
Aw great he tripped, straight into me...again. Except this time I caught him. Why do I have to be the one to end up in these situations? Why does Sleepy have to be clumsy? Why is it always me who he runs into? I haven't seen him trip into anyone else.
"Ah sorry." he mumbles, with me still holding onto him. And he seems to notice that he's still clinging to me and jumps back rather hastily. Do I say it's okay? Or that he should watch where he's going? Man this being social stuff sucks.
"It's, uhh... okay. Just be a little more careful. I might not be around to catch you next time." Was that the right thing to say? Wait. I shouldn't care about how I talk to him. What does he matter? Gah. Just stop thinking entirely.
"Uh yeah. Sorry. I'll be more careful next time." He said. So he was planing on being careful next time he tripped? Tcch. I just nodded and turned on my way. Okay walking away, we are done talking. Wait, have to be nice and say bye right? I turn back slightly.
"See you."
"Yeah. Bye." I heard him, just, at least I go out of my way to be personable. He just stands there and mumbles. It's hard to hear people when they mumble. Maybe I should stop doing it too.
"Yoite!" Sleepy shouts at me... shouts... whoa. Oh right, hold on. Conversation to be had.
"Yeah?" I turned to face him.
"I, uh, locked myself out of my house. Could I maybe... stay with you for the afternoon?" Whoa. Not only did he shout, but I got more that ten words and two sentences. Not that I ever even say that many.
"Don't you live in a restaurant or something? Wouldn't there be someone there?" I quirked and eyebrow. I mean restaurants need to be open right? So I'm sure there's someone in there... oh well...
"They...a ... and I... to go..." mumbling again... it's getting most annoying, he doesn't mumble to anyone else but me. I didn't catch that at all.
"What?" I said oh so intelligently. "I, uh, said that they went on a holiday, and I didn't feel like going." he said finally speaking up. Finally.
"Yeah I guess you can come over for a bit..." Wait a minute, if he's looked himself out but whoever owns the place is gone. How is he going to get back in? "Uh just a question?" I go to ask about it.
"Yeah?"
"If your parents or whoever are on holiday... how are you going to get back in the house by this afternoon?"
"Oh...I hadn't really thought of that..." I sighed. The kids pretty absent minded...
"When do your parents get back?" aw man! I can't believe I was going to ask him...
"My aunt and uncle... don't get back until Sunday morning...why?" He asked. His voice is much easier to hear now. No Yoite. Don't you dare do it. Before you know it he'll be your friend. Don't...you'll be sorry.
I sighed.
"Want to stay the weekend then? Cause if you don't have anywhere else to go..." Oh God... Yoite! You're an idiot! What happened to distancing yourself hmm? I'm such an idiot.
"Um would that be okay? I'm sure I could just..." Miharu mumbles. Again, just what? Sleep on a park bench? I do have a very small conscious and I don't want a dead Miharu on it.
"Yeah. It'd be fine," I start walking, he's not following. "Well come on. You're coming right?"
"Ah yeah. Sorry" I just nod. If I do anything this weekend; I am breaking the mumbling habit.
We haven't said a word to each other yet, and that suits me just fine. My house is in view now to. Jeez, what am I going to do with him till Sunday? Maybe I could get Yukimi to break into Sleepy's house... no... or I could just... aw where's he gonna sleep? Lounge I guess... we only have two beds and Yukimi has turned the third room into an office thingy. I'll just deal with it when we get to it. Okay now we are at the door I swing it open. Here we go. Explaining this should be fun.
"Yoite you sure took your ti-" Yukimi runs up to me... then notices Miharu. "Who's this kid? Got a boyfriend already Yoite?" What an idiot. Resist the urge to hit him. Violence is not the answer. I sigh and count to ten in my head.
"No, he's not my boyfriend. This kid," I gestured to him behind me. "Is Rokujo Miharu" It's like he's hiding behind me, he's blushing to... probably at the boyfriend bit.
"Right," He says. "So Yoite?"
"Yes?"
"Just a question."
"Yeah?"
"Why is he here?!" Yukimi the idiot says. I sighed again.
"Because he's locked himself for the weekend."
"Ah right..." Can one adult be so childish? "The whole weekend?!"
"That's what I said."
"So he's staying here?"
"If that's okay with you."
"Ah yeah sure. I guess that's no problem." Yukimi steps past me to face Miharu. "Hey kid, I'm Yukimi. And I sure hope you know how to cook." Yukimi laughs. I just roll my eyes.
"Uh, yes sir. I know how to cook." Miharu mumbles, well Yukimi can help with that too I guess.
"Wohoo! God knows I can't cook." Yukimi jumps around at the prospect of home cooked food. "Oh and kid, don't call me sir. I'm not that old."
"Okay then." Miharu smiled slightly.
"Well I'll leave you to it then kids. I have a deadline. Toodles!"
"Sorry about him. He's a little strange." I said looking down at the small boy.
"He's okay." Miharu said in a voice that was no strain to hear.
"Mm. So uh want to do anything in particular?"
"What time do you want dinner?" He smiled up at me. It was contagious. I smirked a little. Yeah so what? I smiled. Sue me.
"Uh... whenever it suits you I guess."
"Well… uh, are either of you allergic to anything?" Gah mumbling again…
"Nope." I shake my head. I am breaking that mumbling habit!
Awkward silence.
And it continues...
"I uh.""So uh.." We both said at the same time.
"I'll go first. Want me to show you around the dump -- I mean house." I asked. "That would be nice." He nodded and smiled.
Yes! Progress!
"Okay then," I lead him forward, "This is the living room, kitchen's just through there. And that's pretty much all that's down here... so uh, upstairs we go." Whoa he has me talking a lot. Lucky him.
"Okay, that rooms Yukimi's but who knows what's in there, so lets not open the gates to hell." I said pointing at the first door. Miharu laughed. Whoa. Rather nice sound too I suppose.
"This door is the spare room and where Yukimi does his writing for who knows what."
"Um, Yoite?" I stop mid tour. The tourist has questions.
"Yeah?"
"So Yukimi-san isn't related to you?"
"Nup." I leave it at that. I don't want questions. And he seems to accept that. Whew.
"Oh okay," at least he's talking loud enough. I pointed out the bathroom Then we stopped at my door…
"And this is my room." I pushed the door open and threw my school bag on the floor. I motioned to his bag.
"Just dump it wherever." he drops it near the door.
Great. Silences are back.
"So uh, what now?" I ask. Gosh awkward. Why did I say he could come over? I've never had anyone over before. Why couldn't he have gone with Kouichi?
"Uh I dunno..." he's lots of help. I just flop down on my bed. He grabs the chair from my desk and sits down. So what do normal people do? Maybe he could just start the conversation for me...
"..."
Gr okay he wins.