Chapter Ten - Maou

I don't think you understand how happy I am that I didn't have to go through a high school experience.

Seriously, teenagers scare me.
It's funny how even Satan is horrified of teenagers, isn't it?

The only reasons I agreed to go to this dance with Chiho are

1) She may be freakishly crazy about me, but she isn't like the other people her age (at least I don't think she is).
2) I couldn't say no.
3) I needed to get away from the suffocating space filled with arguing and confusion, also known as 'home'.

I'm not sure where I'd rather be, though: home or here.

Although not being here would mean dealing with whatever those two feel like they should be yelling at each other about, I feel that I'd rather be there.

Being at home would mean not having to deal with teenage girls in short dresses and not having to pretend to tolerate the crappy pop/electronic music they play here.

I stay here, of course, because I can't take the risk of upsetting Chiho.

So I'm stuck around hormonal teens.

Yay.

"You don't seem like you're having fun, Mr. Maou." Chi says.

I'm not.
I'm really not, honestly.

"What are you talking about? I'm having an awesome time." I smile.

"You really don't look like it."

"Just because I don't look like it doesn't mean I'm not ecstatic to be here. Relax, okay?"

"Oh. Okay."

A friend of hers, I'd assume, comes over and starts chatting with her, making me feel really awkward.

I try to focus on the lyrics of the song that's playing.

It's some guy singing about how people will remember him for centuries. Judging by the deep tone and smooth flow of his voice, I definitely can see that happening.

It isn't half that bad.
Much better than the other stuff they've been playing.

I'm almost tempted to sing along as if I knew every word to this song (even though I obviously don't).

I feel as if it describes me perfectly; craving something (i.e attention) for a long period of time.

Getting it is probably is - okay - it definitely is, the best part.

I've been here for about two hours.

The entire time, I've been expecting Emi to burst in through the doors and try to shank me or something.

That hasn't happened yet, though, and I'm hoping it won't happen at all...

"M-Mr. Maou?"

"Hm?"

"Do you maybe want to, dance with me?"

Dance?
I don't remember the last time I danced.
How do you dance?

"Sure." I smile.

(A/N): I originally had a really good idea for this chapter, but I forgot what it was. ._.
Oh well.
Hopefully this story will start to go somewhere soon. I'm planning that it is, but I get forgetful so easily...
Maybe, though, if I can finally sit down and write without getting distracted, the chapters could be longer. :o
I want them to be, but that doesn't work out too well with me for some reason. .-.
Whatever.
ily~