A/N
Well…this ones a little bit longer than normal…but not much sorry ^^'''
DOUBLE UPDATE THOUGH!
So please enjoy, 'tis just starting to get good…and develop a plot ^^'''
Chapter 4
Is He Going To Be My Chaperon?
Lelouch was…special.
He wasn't like most of the guys my age. Or in general for that matter.
But I couldn't tell if he was truly concerned for my health, or if there was something more to this. Maybe just something that I wasn't seeing. It would take some time to discern his true intensions. For now, I decided to just enjoy his company…NO wait…to…well I guess enjoying his company was okay, we could be friends…right?
"Turn left up here, it's that group of apartments right there."
"Which one is yours? "
"Room 119 on the second floor."
"This isn't the best neighborhood you know?" he said, looking around as we walked.
Great, now he new I was poor.
"Yeah, cheapest rent in town."
"No, that's not what I mean, there's a lot of…crime around here."
"Really, so close to the school?"
"5 blocks can be a different world, you're on the outskirts of the 'bad part of town'."
When I got to my room, he waited for me to open the door, I was nervously fiddling with the key's. I didn't know if I should invite him in or what. It seemed like the polite thing to do, but as soon as I got the door open, he began walking back to the elevator.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow." He called over his shoulder.
Was he really just making sure I got home safe? That was so…so…sweet. No…Cliché!
He was, the whole "May I have the honor of walking you home?" it was like something out of a bad romance movie based in the Victorian age. He was almost too proper. But…charming…Oh god no, it was cheesy and pathetic! That's what it was…yeah…
"Wait!" NO NO NO! What was I doing?!
"What is it?" He stopped one foot about to go into the elevator.
"Um…well, do you want to come in for something to drink or something…it's the least I can do for walking me home and all…" My voice faded off into a whisper. I was stupid, what the hell was I thinking? Really.
"Are you sure you feel up to it? Maybe you should get some sleep."
Say you mind, say you mind! Tell him you were just being polite, he obviously doesn't want to come in, don't pressure him!
"No, I'm fine, unless you have somewhere to be."
"Heh, nowhere actually." He walked back towards my door, which I now noticed was dirty. What the hell??? My door was dirty? I really did have issues.
"After you." He said, ushering me in with his hand.
I went into the small kitchen -which was three feet from the small living room- to make us some tea. I almost felt embarrassed to have him in here. Then again, for all I new he lived in a run down apartment to. But I seriously doubted it.
"You keep it extremely clean in here…"
"I'm a neat freak." I admitted. I never really thought of it as a bad thing. At least it was clean, I could always say that. I was my own personal maid service.
"So, where do you live Lelouch?"
He looked down at the floor, scratching his cheek.
"Well, honestly, I live at the school."
What was so weird about living in the school dorms?
"Are the dorms nice?"
"They are, but I don't live in them."
"But…"
"I live in the same building that the student council has there meetings in. Second floor."
"students are aloud to live there?"
"Not normally…but under extenuating circumstances, I'm permitted to."
"Extenu- The teapot started whistling before I could finish.
"I'll be right back." I walked into the kitchen to fix the tea. What did he mean when he said 'extenuating circumstances'? Maybe I shouldn't ask…then again I was curious… I could always- "AHH…crap." I spilled hot tea everywhere, that was great, this spacing out thing was getting just a little bit ridiculous.
"Are you okay." He was standing next to me already.
"Yeah, I just spilled tea…and burned myself a little…"
"Let me see."
He took my hand, gently he began rubbing his fingers along the already red area.
"Well, it doesn't look bad, but I bet it hurts."
"Yeah, a little…I'll be fine though." He was still holding onto my hand. I felt my face get warmer. I was sure he would notice, he always noticed, and he normally mentioned it.
"I hope it stops hurting soon…and I think you should get some sleep…" His voice was soft almost a whisper. My heart was beating harder than normal. Maybe I really was sick…that must have been it, I was exerting myself, I didn't like him, I didn't, I couldn't.
I was so confused…
"I know you went through all the trouble of making this tea…but are you sure you don't want to go to bed, you look tired." He still hadn't let go of my hand. I was only slightly incoherent.
"I- I'm okay- well I mean I'm not tired, No I am N-no…"
"Haha, I guess that answers that question, I'll see you in the morning then."
"Okay…" I was hoping I didn't sound as disappointed to him as I sounded to myself…but I doubted it…WAIT! Why was I disappointed, I couldn't…Maybe I did need sleep, I needed to clear my head…
He walked out the door, closing it behind me. I started to think clearly again. I went to lock the door.
A thought occurred to me…we didn't have any classes together, and I only saw him at lunch…so then…
"Wait…In the morning?"