Friends
1106 Words
This is strange... Really strange.
”Why are you here?” I wrote into a pad. I believe this time, it will not end with just a ”return it” s**t.
She took the pen but didn’t take the pad.
Am I not allowed?
She wrote on her palm, showed it to me, stood, and walked out. I’m irritated by her for various reasons. What’s her problem?
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Gab spent the rest of his first day at college in the clinic, and I found my roommate suspicious of doing or making Gab do something strange. I experienced it firsthand...
When we were about to go back to the dorm, we decided that Raphael should carry Gab, who still haven’t recovered yet, on his back. Strange as always, after Raphael had carried Gab on his back, I felt someone tap behind me. This girl... She’s not telling me to carry her, is she? Why is she even back here again, I thought she already left? I ignored her and followed behind Raphael and Gab.
Yet she’s not willing to give up easily of course. Even now she’s beside me and keeps staring. It doesn't bother me, this much is easy to ignore. Or so I thought, as we reached the road, she still wouldn’t look away from me and she’s pouting... Just then, we heard a scream at the front, a motorcycle was going through the sidewalk. The girl that keeps staring at me is about to get hit, I have no choice but to push her away, but that was a mistake. She stumbled to the road where a truck was about to pass through. Damn... This is why you should always be on the side that blocks the cars when you’re walking your dog.
Crash!
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Ugh...
Really? Why did I even...? -_-
This is not how it was supposed to turn out. She’s grinning. I can feel her body heat. Dang it, climbing these stairs is so hard... That Raphael was climbing up like it was nothing, he left me in just a moment. We’re both carrying someone, how could I be this much behind? Ugh, must be the mental stress that’s hitting me.
When this annoying girl was about to get hit by the truck, I covered her, but suddenly a car went in its direction and crashed itself into the truck which made it stop. What a coincidence.
I stood up and acted as if nothing happened, but this girl was holding on to my ankle. What does she want now? I asked myself. She moved her left leg and using me as a support, she stood up with a sprained ankle. Raphael who’s carrying Gab was able to evade the motorcycle in time. And I decided that if this girl is going to use me as a support for the rest of the way anyway then it would be better to just carry her or she might make her condition worse.
Ahh... We’re finally at the room. I never thought that I, of all people, would have to do such for a girl whose name I am yet to ask. Right, just who is she? She’s staring again. It’s not that my handsomeness will vanish by starting at it, but it’s her eyes that bothers me.
Raphael came in for a short moment to give this girl’s sprained ankle some healing, I meant treatment.
Moments later, we’re both sitting at our own beds when I stood up and took a pen. I pulled her hand and wrote my name on her palm, then I pointed at myself. That should be fine for an introduction, right?
She looked at me, blinked three times then tilted her head.
*sigh* This one is an i***t. ”it’s my name” I added.
She finally got it. I gave her the pen and pointed at her, next to the backside of her hand, asking her to write her name on it. I wonder if that went through?
She grabbed my hand and started writing. I knew she wouldn’t get it.
”Mallory”, she wrote.
At least she understood that she had to write her name. I pointed at her to confirm and she nodded. I still haven’t figured how to get rid of her, but at least I can make ways now. Maybe...
-- next day --
When I woke up Mallory was sitting at the window gazing upon the moon. Her eyes... For someone who doesn’t have anything but one dress that looks like for mourning, she sure knows how to look mystical, those contacts almost looks real. The brighter the moon is, the better her eyes of malicious yet pure looking crimson color seems to be. I might have been staring for too long, when I came out of my thoughts, I realized that she was already looking at me, I instantly diverted my eyes.
5 am, I came out of the room to take a shower. At the same time, the door of the room next to me opened. Raphael came out looking worn. He must’ve been up all night taking care of Gabriel.
”How’s Gab?” I asked, expecting an upbeat reply.
Raphael did not say anything other than a heavy sigh.
What happened? Was Raphael who is like a living healing potion treating him all night, not enough? I was about to grab the doorknob to their room when the door gaped. A short, bright and healthy-looking blonde came out of the room and stretched his arms up, he had already hit me on the face twice when he was bringing his hands up and down until he finally noticed me.
”Yo, Michael!” Gabriel greeted. Hah... Of course, Raphael wouldn’t fail, look at this bastard ready to catch another cold.
”What ’yo’? I thought you were dead.” I told him.
”Huh? Well, I’m alive.” He gagged. I swear I’ll never worry about this guy ever again. ”Oh!” He pointed behind me.
I was in such a panic that I didn't notice, Mallory was actually behind me.
”You!” Gabriel exclaimed. Did something happen between them?
”What happened? Why can’t I remember anything?”
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