Day 06 - Wearing each other's clothes
Malik frowned. Something about Mariku seemed odd to him. He looked like he always did, but something was bothering Malik. "What?" asked Mariku and put the milk back in the fridge.
"Is that my shirt...?"
Mariku looked at his shirt and dragged on the fabric. "Could be, I was in a hurry this morning. I just grabbed something that was lying there." He noticed Malik's slightly disapproving look. "What? You've always wear my clothes."
"But I'm always careful! You damage it."
Mariku raised his eyebrows. "I? May I remind you of my really nice white sweater I had to throw away because someone had poured tomato sauce over it? Or two of my best jeans, which now have holes?"
"Accidents, not my fault." Malik defended himself.
"And I damage your stuff on purpose?" Mariku asked with a grin. Malik pressed his lips together and seemed to search for an answer. The ringing of the phone redeemed Malik from his unpleasant situation. Mariku gazed after him, shaking his head. This boy...
"Well, do you feel comfortable in my sweater?" Mariku asked when he came home and saw Malik sitting on the couch.
"Its mine." said Malik angrily.
"Just because you constantly wear it, doesn't make it yours." He sat down on the couch next to Malik. "But that's okay, because you're my friend. I love you and I share my stuff with you." Malik put his head in Mariku's lap and Mariku stroked his hair. "Even my underwear. And I won't blame you, when you damage it."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "Your underwear?"
"Yes, even my underwear."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I wear it."