Disclaimer: I still own nothing. -_-
Morning came all to fast for Renton. He couldn't sleep last night because of the promise that he had to make to Holland while they were washing the dishes. Renton didn't even know why Holland decided to help him out washing the dishes. He never helped me with any of the cleaning duties on the Gekko before. "Maybe Holland isn't the only one that's getting forced to do the unwanted jobs on the Gekko by miss Talho." He mused to himself. As Renton tried to get up and open his eye, he felt something holding him down or constricting him and preventing him to sit up easily. Opening his eyes, vision a little groggy from just waking up. Blinking a few times to focus his sight. Renton looked down and saw why he couldn't move so freely, for he was trapped inside of his sleeping bag by poorly knotted ropes. He instantly knew who it was who this to him.
"ARRRGGHHH!!!" Renton screamed. He could just not get a normal morning around here!
Renton wiggled out of the tent still constricted by the ropes, wondered how he didn't wake up when they were doing this. Was he that tired? He continued wiggling his way to the door to just find anyone who would untie him from these accursed ropes and get those kids back. Renton finally reached the door and was about to slide the door open with his head, the door quickly slid open.
"Hiya Renton~" Maeter said in a cheery voice. Looking down on him with mischief in her eyes.
"Hi! Renton!" Linck yelled as he appeared beside Maeter.
"Good morning Renton" Maurice coldly greeted him. Hatred evident in his eyes.
Renton stayed on the floor, his mind blank. Finally after a few moments he remembered why he was on the floor looking up at the three monsters that constantly ruin his chances with Eureka. Seething with anger, he yelled at the three.
"Untie me NOW! You little brats!" Screamed Renton. Struggling against the confines of the ropes.
"Hahahaha, You're so uncool Renton." Maeter chimed above him.
"Haha, uncool, Renton you're uncool!" Linck giggled.
"What would you know about being cool? You're still a bunch of kids." Renton countered. In the back of his mind he knew that arguing with the kids weren't going to solve his problems, but it felt good to let out the stress on someone. Or in this case, the 3 demons.
"But you're a kid too!" Linck yelled back.
"No I'm not, I'm an adult!" Renton snorted back.
"Then do you have hair down there?" Maeter commented. Grinning knowingly.
"Wh-what?" His anger quickly dissipated as he turned bright red from the question.
Renton heard a quiet "pop" sound and turned to the noise from where it originated from. Maurice was holding up the infamous marker. He turned back to the other two, only to be met the same markers in their hands. He slowly backed away from the trio and looked over his should how far it was to his tent. Only a few feet away. "I could make it if I distract them." He thought. Renton turned back and they were already standing in front of him, markers ready for their obvious destination. In one swift movement they jumped on him and started to draw on his face.
"AHH, Get off of me!" Renton voice was a bit muffled by the struggling.
"Hold him still Maurice!" Maeter yelled.
"I'm trying!" Maurice called back.
"When I get out of this sleeping bag you guys are so dead!" Renton was still struggling away from the markers. Even though it was a bit too late. He had a lot of lines and dots sporting his face already, but it didn't mean he wanted more.
The sound of the door sliding open forcefully stopped everyone in their actions. There in the doorway was Holland clad in only his orange boxers.
"What is going on in here?!" He yelled. Already grumpy from the rude awaking.
"We were only having some fun." Maeter spoke quietly.
"Yeah, because Renton is so uncool!" Linck spoke more louder then Maeter, unaware of Holland's more then grumpy mood.
"It was only-" Maurice started.
"Kids" Holland interjected. His voice dark and warning
"Y-yes?" They spoke at the same time being cautious of their words.
"Get to breakfast." He said. Finality distinguishable in his voice.
"But-" Maurice started again only to be cut off.
"NOW!" He burst out, finally losing all of his patients. Glaring at the kids for testing him.
The kid ran out of the room faster then they have ever before. Holland then turned to Renton, who was on the floor eyes wide and not moving a muscle. His eyes softening as he looked at Renton. He sighed and walked over to the figure on the floor. He crouched down beside Renton and started to untie the ropes in silence. Once they were all untied, he slowly unzipped the sleeping bag so Renton could get out only to stop a little bit past the chest. He froze as he noticed Renton was only dressed in his boxers. Renton finally catching on, why Holland stopped. Renton looked down and started to blush like mad. Renton quickly grabbed the sleeping back up again to cover himself.
"Th-thanks Holland." Renton thanked quietly. Still sporting that blush on his face.
"N-no problem." Holland hastily replied. Holland stare at Renton's face for a while a let out a chuckle.
"What?" Renton asked quietly. Averting his gaze from certain areas.
"You-should really- wash off those-markers streaks off-your face!" He burst out laughing.
"That- that's not funny!" He yelled, glaring at the older man. Renton quickly unzipped himself from the sleeping bag, revealing his whole body.
His laughs quickly died down when the body was revealed to him. Smooth, soft., pale looking skin. Hairless legs and chest. A bit of sweat shining off of Renton's body from the struggling of earlier events. Renton was biting his bottom lip, indicating that he was pouting. Holland could feel his face heating up from the sight in front of him. He quickly got up and turned around. He heard some shifting of fabric telling him that Renton got up.
"Breakfast will be done soon." Holland informed, looking over his shoulder when he spoke.
"Oh, Okay." It was all Renton could say when he saw the red dusting Holland's cheeks.
Holland quickly walked out of the room and started to head for his room.
"God what the hell am I thinking! He's freaking 16 years old. Oh god I feel like a pervert." Holland quickly opened his door and closed it just a quick when he was inside. He stood there for a while with nothing processing in his mind. He sighed and finally went to the bathroom that was connected with his room. He slid opened the door to the bathroom and proceeded to his destination not caring to slide the door closed because he already locked his door to his room. He turned the water to almost scalding hot, just the way he liked it and turned it on the shower. He quickly took of his boxers and stepped in the shower. He let his thoughts wander as he relaxed into the hot water.
"Why am I letting that kid get the better of me? Am I getting soft?" He sighed. "Maybe I'm just over thinking things, but this is the second time that I stood up for Renton. I wasn't even thinking properly when I was doing it either, It just happened. Like I was in a daze." He put his head under the shower head letting his hair soak for a while. He grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount in his palm. He leaned his head out of the path of flowing water and rubbed his hands together, then started to lather his hair up with the shampoo. Letting his hands massage his scalp a little, he let out another sigh and relaxed further. He finally leaned back into the flow of water to wash out the suds and this time grabbing the body wash. Pouring about the same amount as he did with the shampoo and lathered up his body and washed it off after he thought it was enough.
"Well lets see how the rest of the day turns out. Hopefully nothing too annoying doesn't get up in my face. Well, besides Talho." He groaned just thinking of the name. "How annoying could one person get? I knew she would have took it the wrong way when I took her aboard the Gekko." He sighed once again at his mistake, but it was for the good of the crew. We needed a pilot. "But she never gets a fucking goddamn clue that I'm not interested!"
Holland got out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy white towel and started to dry himself. He then wrapped the towel around his waist and entered his room in search for a clean pair of boxers to wear. He turned to his right once out of the bathroom and to the drawer that was in the corner of his room. He pulled the top handle of the drawer and looked at his boxers. "3 boxers left. I have to wash my clothes soon." He though and looked at the pile of boxers in the corner. He returned his gaze back to his drawer and fished out any boxer that he first grabbed - they all looked the same anyways. Slipped them on and took the towel from his waist to dry his hair. As he was headed to the door he stopped. "I have a strange feeling that I should wear my clothes today." He turned again, This time to his closet and grabbed a pair of pants and his normal shirt, jacket, and scarf. Put them on and headed down to the dining room for breakfast.
Once he entered the dining room he was already met with loud laughter and conversations that barely made sense. He chose to ignore most of the useless junk his ears were hearing and decided to take his seat beside Matthieu and Hap. He honestly didn't want to sit anywhere near Talho today. Looking down at his plate he saw that there was scrambled eggs and some bacon with some toast on the side. He took his fork and stabbed it into a piece of bacon and slowly ate it, not really hungry this morning.
Renton came in the room just a few moments later after Holland. He quickly made his way to the only seat that was available, across from Holland. He sat down without a word and looked at his own plate. There were hash browns, toast and 3 slices of bacon. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to get a better position to sit in, but accidentally touched Holland's leg with his own.
"Opps, Sorry." Renton muttered.
"It's alright." Holland said across from the table. And silence once again took the two, until Holland broke it.
"Hey Renton?" Holland asked.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"C-can I have some of your hash browns? I don't want my eggs." He asked a bit sheepishly.
"Oh. Sure." Renton said and grabbed his plate. They switched plates and that's when they registered that everyone stopped what they were doing and started to stare at them. Mouths agape.
"What?" They both said, looking at each other then back at the rest.
"Nothing." Hap said. Shaking his head.
"Nothing indeed." Woz chuckled.
"Never thought it would happen." Matthieu said dryly. Looking over to Stoner.
"Haha, you owe me 20 bucks!" Stoners voice full of victory. And took a photo.
"Damn!" Matthieu muttered darkly.
"What?!" Renton and Holland both said again. Starting to get annoyed with not knowing what they were talking about.
"We all made a bet that you two." Hilda pointed to both of them. "Wouldn't be able to act like civilize people. Without biting each others heads off." She finished off. She turned to Mischa.
"Looks like I owe you 20 bucks." She let her head hang. Her voice sullen.
Mischa just chuckled behind her hand. An all knowing smile behind her hand.
"Alright! Let's just finished eating so Renton can start washing the dishes." Talho said slyly, a grin on her face.
Renton looked at her with an incredulous expression on his face. "But I just washed the dishes yesterday! Why is she making me wash them again today?" Renton thought. He was going to say what he was think but his mouth wouldn't work. It just hung open and he didn't want to argue with miss Talho today, that and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everybody. He felt himself nod in agreement and slowly started to eat his food again, not saying anything as he ate for the rest of the meal. Unaware of Holland's concerned look.
Holland was the first to finish his breakfast, so he got up and went around the table, walked to the seat Renton was sitting, leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"I'll meet you in the kitchen and help you wash the dishes."
"But-" Renton protested in a whisper. Only to silence himself when he looked at Holland's face. He just nodded in agreement and resumed to eating the rest of the breakfast. Making sure that he was last to finish so he can gather up the plates without waiting for anyone to finish.
When everyone was done eating and left. Eureka came back and stood beside Renton.
"Are you sure that you're okay with washing the dishes? It's not your turn to wash them today." She said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah it's alright." He said and forced a smile on his face.
"Do you want help washing the plates?" She asked unsure.
He shook his head. "No, you should get back to watching the kids before they cause some trouble for the crew."
Eureka nodded and left without another word.
Renton sighed and started to stack the plates of the table and put them into the bin so he could carry them to the kitchen all at once. When he got to the kitchen he saw Holland leaning against the fridge and miss Talho sitting on the counter across from the fridge. Whatever conversation they were having, they stopped when Renton entered the kitchen and put the bin of plate beside where Talho sat. Talho give Renton a dirty look before getting off and headed out the door. Before she left she turned her head.
"Remember that my offer still stands." she said through gritted teeth. Renton looked at Holland for an answer, but Holland just shrugged it off.
"We should get started." Holland stated.
"Oh. Oh yeah" Renton laughed nervously. Forgetting what he was supposed to do.
Holland leaned off of the fridge and got two wash cloths from the cupboard, one for him to dry with and the other for Renton to wash with. While he was grabbing the wash cloths Renton started to fill the sink with water and soap. He waited until the sink was at least three-fourths full again and turned off the water. He turned to Holland who held out his hand with one wash cloth to Renton looking away shyly. Renton took the cloth, not knowing where Holland's hand was and accidentally touch his hand in the process of grabbing the cloth. Holland quickly snapped his head back in the direction of Renton, both of their faces in surprised expressions. The simple contact brought a electrical vibe of skin touching skin. Renton was the first to recover by grabbing the cloth and muttered a "sorry." They washed in peaceful silence until a question popped up in Renton's head.
"Why are you doing this?" Renton asked suspiciously.
"Hmm?" Was Holland's reply with an elegant raised eyebrow.
"Well, I thought that you were busy with important stuff, like making battle plans, or thinking of some new cool move to make up when you lift. You know?" He said bluntly. Looking back at what he was doing so he didn't have to look Holland directly in the eyes.
Holland began to chuckle, and those chuckles soon turned into full fits of laughter. They quieted down after a while when he saw that Renton had a serious face on.
"You don't know do you?" Holland said teasingly.
"Don't know what?" He asked, curious now.
"Well with you doing all of the cleaning duties on the Gekko and nothing going on right now, all I do is lounge around and watch TV." Holland filled in truthfully.
Renton stared incredulously at Holland's amused face. "I was doing all of the work on the Gekko?!" Renton thought to himself. Renton turned back to his task scrubbing a little hard then needed. He needed something to vent his anger with at least, and the plate was already in his hands. Holland's sharp eyes caught the harsh scrubbing and he thought of something fast, because he didn't want thing to turn out awkward.
"You can think about it this way, now I am helping with the cleaning duties." He informed as friendly as possible.
Renton stopped in his scrubbing, and sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thank you." He muscles started to relax a little from the reassurance that he wasn't going to be doing everything alone anymore.
Holland let a small smile creep up on his face for making Renton a little more relaxed around the Gekko. They finished the dishes quicker then they thought and Renton unplugged the drain to officially finish the task. Holland turned to Renton and thought of something to say or do or anything really.
"Sooooooo, anything else you have to do today?" Holland asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Ehhh?!" Was all Renton could say.
"You know any more chores that need to be done." Stating the obvious. Holland's smile only grew at the confused face of Renton's.
"I only need to do the laundry for today and then I'll have nothing to do for the day, That is unless miss Talho finds something out of no where for me to do." Renton replied, his eyes downcast to his shoes.
"Oh. OHH." As Holland remembered about his boxer problems. "I need to do some laundry, I'm running out of clothes. I'll meet you down by the laundry room in a few minute. I need to pick up my clothes." Holland said as he made his way for his room. All Renton could do was stare at the disappearing man with a dumbfounded expression. When Renton came out of his stupor, He wiped up the kitchen area of any water and headed towards the laundry room.
"Well, that was some perfect timing. I just said that I needed to do some of my laundry. And to my luck, I get some help." Holland thought, wandering the halls of the Gekko at a leisurely pace. While he was walking he remembered the disturbing event he had with Talho before Renton came.
FLASHBACK
Holland was rummaging through the fridge as he waited for Renton to arrive. He was deciding which drink he should take, orange juice or cola. He settled with the orange juice considering that it was still the morning and too early for a sugar high. He took the carton of juice and went over to the cupboard to retrieve a cup, that's when he noticed Talho staring from the doorway.
"Why does it always have to be in the fucking kitchen!" Holland thought to himself.
"Hey." She greeted normally, for once.
He grunted in response and continued on his task of pouring himself a glass of orange juice.
"Hey Holland…." She trailed off. "Are you doing anything today? B'cuz if not, then wanna go in tow-"
"I don't wanna go anywhere today." He stated flatly. He heard footsteps indicating that she was walking towards him. He decided to ignore her and drink his juice.
"Oh, well if your not in the mood to go anywhere-" She started, now behind him. "We can always do something else." Her voice dripped of seduction. She brought her hand and firmly grabbed Holland's ass. Holland just took the first sip of his juice and almost choked on it when he felt her grabbing his ass. He quickly slammed the cup down. Effectively spilling the contents inside everywhere and almost breaking the glass. Turned around to face Talho and glared. Hard.
"What. The. He-" He was cut off when a pair of unwanted lips crashed into his. She quickly wound her arms around his neck and bringing their bodies more closer together. Holland stood there for a while until finally he registered what was happening. He turned both of their bodies around, so that Talho was against the counter instead of him, and shoved himself away. Keeping himself at least at arms length away now. Feeling enraged by her behaviour.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" He said angrily.
"Nothing." She replied quickly, turning around and taking a cloth, wiping the counter and putting the glass in the sink. She then turned around and sat on the counter. They stared at each other for a while - one glaring.
She was about to say something lewd when Renton walked in. She immediately closed her mouth and gave a dirty look to Renton. She got up from her spot and walked out of the kitchen. Only to stop and turn her gaze to Holland.
"Remember my offer still stands."
END OF FLASHBACK
Holland arrived at his room and slid open the door went to the corner of his room where all of his used boxers laid. He eyed to pile for a while and wondered how was he gonna get them to the laundry room. He didn't have any laundry baskets in his room, and he didn't want to go searching any of them now, considering that he just got to his room. He looked around and spotted a duffle bag sitting by the TV. He went over there to check the contents of the bag.
Nothing.
"Good." He thought and picked it up and started to stuff the bag full of boxers. Once full he zipped it up and headed out for the laundry room.
When Holland arrived in the laundry room Renton was already loading some of the clothes in the washer. He walked over and put the duffle bag down by the washer and looked over to the ironing place. Grimacing from all the clothes that had to be ironed and folded. Renton finished putting in the detergents and started the washing contraption, that Holland had no clue on how to get the damned thing to work. Renton looked over in Holland's direction and then down at the duffle bag.
"What kind of clothes are in there? Because I just loaded in the colours, If there are anything that are colours in that bag then I'll do it later." He said not too excited.
"Uhh." Was the only reply he got.
Renton sighed and went to go reach for the bag, but was stopped by a hand on his wrist. Renton looked up and saw a hue of red crossing Holland's face. Renton smirked and went to go grab the bag with his other hand. Holland's eyes widening at the hand. Once his hand landed on the bag, he yanked it back. He then tried to find the zipper to open it, but it was pulled back, Renton didn't let go. He pulled back and this happened for quite a while. Holland's face twisting in horror as he was losing his grip.
"Let go!" Renton cried out and pulled it back.
"No! You let go!" Holland cried back. Pulling the bag back towards him.
"I can't." Renton pulled back and put a hand on the zipper finally able to locate it. "Do the laundry if you don't give me the clothes!" Holland pulled it again but when he did Renton's fingers were on the zipper and it opened. Spilling the contents inside onto the floor.
Renton stared eye-wide as he saw the dozens of boxers laying on the floor. He looked up to look at Holland and saw that Holland was looking to his side trying to hide the blush taking over his face.
"WH-WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Renton screamed, looking back at the pile of boxers with an incredulous expression.
"I told you to just let go." Holland pouted.
"When, when was the last time you washed your boxers?! And why do they all look the same?!" He asked genuinely curious and amazed at the collection.
"They were on SALE!" Holland answered. Turning a deeper shade of red. " Now if your done investigating my stuff, can we just wash them and get this over with!"
" Well….. We kind of…. Have to… wait." He said still staring at the pile of boxers.
"What the hell? Why?" Holland asked, not getting why they couldn't just do it now.
"What do you mean? Why? The other clothes are washing, that's why!" He pointed to the washing machine. His voice exasperated from the dumb question.
Holland looked over and started to rub the back of his head in a bit of embarrassment. "Oh."
Renton turned and walked away from Holland, ready to get back to his task.
"H-hey where are you going?!" Holland started to panic, thinking that he would have to try and wash his own boxers without help.
Renton turned around with a small smile on his face. "To finish ironing so I can finish this laundry faster."
"Ahh." He felt relief come over.
"Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me fold?" Renton asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Huh? Oh, right" He started to trek over to where Renton was and sat down cross-legged on the other side of the small ironing board was. He watched as Renton ironed the first shirt and folded the shirt perfectly, then put it on the side. He did the next shirt and handed it to Holland to fold so he could iron the next. Holland took the shirt hesitantly and tried to copy how Renton folded. He failed miserably. He tried again, but it ended the same way, wrinkled and uneven folds. He looked down at his work and frowned.
Renton looked up and saw the hardly folded shirt and scowled a little. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. You don't know how to fold a shirt?" He asked.
He looked up at Renton's face and saw the scowl there and his own frown deepened.
"No. I don't." He replied dryly.
"I don't think that I'll be able to trust you with the iron now." Renton smirked when he saw Holland biting his lower lip, pouting a little.
"Sh-shuddap." He could feel the heat raising to his face.
Renton chuckled a bit and went back to his ironing. They sat in a peaceful silence as Renton continued on the job at hand while Holland just watched and observed. It wasn't long before the silence was broken when the buzzer went off, signalling that the washer was done with the load of clothes. Renton sighed and got up setting the iron aside.
"We're going to wash all of the underwear at the same time, because of your…uhm.. collection of boxers is a lot." He said, not knowing how to say it any differently.
"They're not a collection! I already said, They. Were. On. Sale!" Holland said a bit exasperated. "They are not a collection." Holland thought.
"Whatever, whatever." Renton waved it off with a lazy hand gesture. He started to make his way to the washing machine and put the wet clothes in the dryer beside it, put some dryer sheets in, and turned the dryer on and started to make his way to the corner of the room where there were four different baskets, jeans and pants, colours, whites, and underwear's. He took the underwear basket by the handles and lifted it up.
"You can pick up all of your boxers and put them in the wash." He instructed, he saw a boxer had fallen out of the basket and picked it up, making him lag a bit behind Holland.
Holland did as he instructed and picked up all of his boxer and dropped them all in the wash, he turned around and started to walk towards Renton to help carry the basket. Renton was heading toward Holland knowing he would take the basket, but when his foot got caught of something, something that was horribly fold and in his way.
"AHHH" Renton tripped and made all the underwear fly across the room as he fell on something softer then the floor. He groaned at the feeling of being disoriented and lifted his head, blinking a few times to refocus his vision. He was laying across of Holland's stomach. What he saw a wide-eyed Holland with a pink, VERY frilly bra on his head coming down to cover the left side of his face with the cup of the bra. Holland was staring at Renton who had a big dark green pair of boxers over his head slipping down more to cover his eyes. They started to chuckle, and those chuckles soon turned into howling laughter. After a few moments the laughter died down, and the collected themselves off the floor and put the rest of the laundry in the was.
"I wonder who's bra that one was?" Renton asked amused.
"Who knows? It's probably reeeaaaly uncomfortable. I bet it's Gidget's though." Holland replied also amused. They both chuckled a bit from that comment.
Renton poured in the detergents and went back to his ironing from before. Holland followed and they sat in the same positions as before. Across from each other. They sat in a more comfortable silence then they did before. This went on until they heard the buzzing noises of both the washer and dryer, signalling again that the laundry was done. Renton got up and grabbed the dry clothes and put it in a pile beside where the iron was, so he could iron those next. Then he took all the wet clothes and put it in, turned the dryer on and got back to his ironing. Another 30 minutes past by and Holland dozed off leaning against the wall while sitting. Renton just finished when Holland woke when the a buzzing noise interrupted his slumber. Holland rubbed his eyes and saw as Renton got up, stretched a bit and walked over to the dryer.
"They're dry." He said not wanting to be loud when Holland just awoke.
Holland yawned and got up, Stretching a little more then Renton did, he heard a few pops from his spine. He grimaced, from feeling a little old. He looked over and saw that all the clothes have been ironed and perfectly folded into different group. A pile of clothes for each person aboard the Gekko. He smiled as an idea appeared out of no where in his mind.
"Hey Renton!" He said a bit excited.
Renton turned after grabbing all of the clothe from the dryer. "Yeah?"
"You doing anything after this?"
"No, Why?" Renton said questionably not getting where it was going.
"Wanna go lift after your done?" Still a bit excited, He hasn't lifted in a few days and he was looking forward to do it sometime.
Renton's face lit up at the suggestion and put on a big smile that reached his eyes. " Yeah! That sounds awesome!"
"Great, meet me at my room when your done in here." He said as he headed for Renton and grabbed his duffle bag on the way. He picked out all of his boxers from the nice and warm pile of underwear. It wasn't really hard to figure out where his boxers were, they were the only orange ones in the pile. Once done packing all of his boxers he headed towards the door. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Renton still smiling.
"Don't forget your board." He called over his shoulder and left.
When Holland entered his room, the first thing he did was go over to his drawer and put away his boxers. He stuffed them in quickly and went to his bed. He laid face down into the pillow "Ugh, I'm still tired. Maybe we should eat lunch before we go out to lift." He rolled over so that he was looking at the ceiling. "Renton." He softly muttered. He felt a warm feeling in his chest, stomach doing little flops as he closed his eyes and remembered Renton's smiling face. The feeling grew more stronger and warmer in his chest. He smiled to himself. "Maybe Renton isn't that bad after all." He thought to himself. A knock on his door brought him back to reality.
"Come in." He said lazily on the bed.
When Talho came through the door, the warm feeling he had turned cold. "Fuck my life! If I knew it was her I wouldn't have let her in!" Holland mentally slapped himself.
"What do you want?" He said coldly. He was not in the mood to put up with Talho's irrational behaviour at the moment, He was a bit tired.
"I was just wondering if you were still up for that offer?" She said adding a little extra sway in her hips as she walked over to the bed.
He quickly snapped his head in her direction and glared daggers at her. The glare did nothing in stopping her in advancing towards him. He quickly sat up and then got off the bed, knowing that being on the bed didn't help the situation he was in. and headed to turn the TV on. When he turned the TV on he changed the channel to the weather report to see if there were any good waves that were happening soon. Once he found the channel he turned around and saw Talho slowly taking off her shoes, socks, and slowly taking off her top.
"What the fuck are doing?!" He asked in shock and anger. Mostly the latter of the two.
"Making things easier for you." She said in an saccharine voice.
"Well I didn't say yes, to your offer!" He said voice shaking in anger and slowly losing his patience.
"You didn't say no." She moaned when she squeezed one her breasts. Holland clenched his jaw insolence.
"Well I thought you would have gotten the message when I fucking left the bed and turned on the TV." He said through gritted teeth. His patience dissipating at a rapid rate.
"You never know, you could have just went over there to turn something sexual on and make this even more erotic." She said and moaned again.
At that last comment he lost. He stormed out of his room and leaving Talho alone in the room. He stomped through the halls and was about to turn around a corner to head to the dining room he accidentally crashed into Renton and knocked him over. Renton groaned from the sudden crashed and from the weight that was on. He opened his eyes to see a head of grey hair and instantly knew who it was. Holland shook his head and still indignant from the events a few minutes ago. Holland lifted his head to see what or who he knock over and was about to give them a piece of his mind. When to look up he was not even an inch away from Renton face. Holland's indignation flew out the window he realized their position.
Renton was underneath him, arms sprawled out above his head. Holland was pressed against Renton's body. His own arms, hands to elbow were beside his head and in between his legs. They stayed like that for a few moments until they heard 3 loud kids screaming down the corridors towards them. They quickly removed themselves from each other and avoided eye contacts, blushing as red as can be.
"Sorry." Holland muttered.
"I-It's alright." Renton answered back.
"Hi Holland, Renton." Eureka greeted.
They both turned to her when their names were called "Hey Eureka." They greeted the same time. Looked at each other and averting their eyes to somewhere else.
Eureka stared for a while not getting it, but shrugged it off. "The kids and I were going to get some lunch. Do you want to come join us?" At the mention of the kids, they all popped out from behind Eureka and stuck their tongues out at Renton.
"Hey Holland." Maurice greeted.
"Hai! Holland!" Maeter said cheerily.
"HII!" Linck just screamed.
Holland nodded towards the kids and turned to Eureka. "Sure. I was just heading there to get something to snack on." He turned his gaze to Renton, who looked back at him. "Renton you hungry?"
"Uhm, I guess, a little." He said not too certain.
With that, they all headed to the dining room to see if lunch was ready yet.
When they got to the dining room they noticed that mostly everyone was there just a few empty seats. They all sat down, the kids beside each other and next to Eureka. Renton sat in the middle of Eureka and Holland. The dining room loud as usual. Eureka, Holland and Renton didn't talk much, not that they talked a lot while eating in the first place. When the food was done they were served, some soup - the contents of the soup unknown, but ate it anyways, a side salad and a piece of toast with butter. Holland and Renton didn't eat much of their lunch, not really feeling hungry anymore. When Holland had enough of all the noise he leaned over and whispered in Renton's ear.
"Wanna go lift now? I'm getting a little bored in here."
Renton turned his a little and let a smile on his face. "Okay!" He said with renewed vigor.
Everyone turned to see the two get up and ready to leave, both having smiles placed on their faces.
"Where are you two going?" Matthieu asked curiously.
"Hmm? We're gonna go lift for a few hours." Holland said
"And who is going to wash the dishes then?" Talho asked as she entered the through the door.
Holland clenched his jaw, anger growing again. "We'll do it when we come back." He said through gritted teeth. As he passed by her. Renton following, eyes downcast. Everyone just stared at the two retreating figures moving farther away.
After lifting for a few hours, Holland felt his spirits lighten up. He and Renton were doing the dishes that they said they would do when they got back on the Gekko. They washed the dishes like usual. Renton washing and Holland drying. They worked in relatively comfortable silence, when the question Renton could no longer hold in broke the silence between the two
"Hey Holland, do you like miss Talho?" Looking down and avoiding his face as much as he continued to wash the dish, concentrating on the dish more then needed.
"What?" Holland replied in a bored tone.
"Like… Do you like, like miss Talho." Asking more clearly.
Holland just chuckled at the question. "No. I don't. Only as a friend, Renton." He finished with a smile on his face.
"Oh, because it seems like she really likes you." His voice quieting a little.
"She's always acted like that, even from the first time we met." He replied brushing off the questions he was getting assaulted with. The two finished the dishes within a few minutes, and they parted ways for the night.
AN: Uhmm i kinda got braindead at this point so i had to end it here.