The next morning, compared to the blaring tumult of the previous night, was joyously quiet - there were birds, for the first time in what seemed forever, whistling to one another in the trees scattered about the campus. I could even hear the gentle rush of the tiny stream that ran half way through the grounds, none too far away. I yawned noisily as I sat up in my pointlessly large Ouran bed; perhaps this accommodation house wasn't just for one person, but for six, and you're all expected to share the same bed? Because, quite honestly, you could fit six people into that bed. Perhaps seven if one was really small. Not to mention that it was like sleeping on a gigantic marshmallow. It was ironic of me to think how it was so big it seemed to eat me up…
I crawled to the somewhat distant end of the never-ending bed to clasp hold of the cream-coloured polyester curtains, pausing a few moments before opening them to yawn again and scratch my nose against my arm. Looking out, I was forced to recollect the events of the previous night, due to being able to see quite a number of students passed out on the various lawns and pavements. With a sigh, I fiddled to fit the little window key into the lock and pushed it open. I was met with a predictably cool flood of air which permeated the stuffiness of the room - which would have been much more spacious were it not taken up by the absolute monster of a bed the university had so gratuitously provided.
Yawning once more, I shuffled off said monster of a bed and grabbed my pale blue dressing gown from the back of the door. I slung my arms through the sleeves as I used my foot to push down the handle and push the door open, knotting the cord about my waist as I began toward the stairs. As of yet I could hear nothing from downstairs, and presumed the poor, soon to be painfully hung-over, boy to still be asleep. Deciding it might perhaps help the situation or break the ice a bit, instead of entering the sitting room I went to the kitchen, where I fetched two mugs and filled the kettle to boil. While waiting for the water to heat up, I set about trying to find where in blazes I had left the teabags from the night before. But, for the life of me, I couldn't find them, so, shrugging, I surmised that the boy would just have to deal with some instant coffee - if rich people even drink that sort of thing. Who knows, perhaps he was allergic to anything that wasn't liquid gold, or extract of peasant's tears…?
Now's not the time to be shallow, I scolded myself as I stirred the coffee in through the water, after all, he's going to have one hell of a morning. I picked up the two mugs and blew on them a little to cool them down, as I started toward the door to the sitting room.
"Are you awake?" I asked as I pushed the door open with my shoulder, finding myself confronted with a surprisingly tidy yet empty room. My eyes fell on the sofa; somewhat congealed and vaguely yellow, but bereft of any boy with black hair. "I'll take that as a yes, then…" I muttered, setting the mugs down on the coffee table, beside an empty cup and a scrap of paper. The plastic cup I recognised as being the one I had left for him, full of water and with a pair of paracetamol tablets beside it. But the scrap of paper I didn't know, folded in half and resting beneath the cup. I sat down on the arm of the sofa, so as to avoid the distastefully pungent stain on the cushions, and fished it out from beneath its plastic confine. I unfolded it to see two words written in an untidy, spiky script; thank you.
I smiled, and looked up from the scrap to see the room he had haphazardly tried to tidy. I was thankful for his efforts, albeit not the most useful ones, and felt a little better about the situation. I almost felt glad for him not being there - I don't suppose I really wanted to face someone who'd kissed me, probably mistaken me for his girlfriend, and then no doubt forgotten my name by the time he had left some time this morning.
"Oh, well," I shrugged, reaching for one of the mugs to take a hearty swig. "He's probably not in my year - I doubt I'll ever really see him again…"
All the same, as I unconsciously touched my lips, I wondered if this was a good thing or not.