#9
Actually, I wanted to post something else, but this will do. I'll put up something tomorrow :)
There are days where she would jump off the verandah of her room and hopped onto the roof of the house next door, shouting her best friend’s name. And her best friend would frantically open the sliding door and catch her arm before she slip and fall. His facial was carved with worry and anxiety. He would warn her again and again -with the same line, “Don’t go out and jump over like that! You might fall and I won’t be able to catch you in time!”-while pulling her up into his verandah. She would laugh at him and hug him; telling him that she have done it since they were small, so she’ll be alright (although he was never convinced with that) and pulled him inside. For her, his room is more comfortable, she does not know why. She feels at ease and safe whenever she is with him.
Today she brought along a book that she recently bought at the bookstore. When he asked her about the book, she just shrugged. Then why did you buy the book, he asked her in confusion. She told him that she was interested in the book because the size is small and cute and the printing is pretty. He had the urge to smack her head to the wall, hard. Her reasons on certain things just do not make any sense at all, and he wondered why he could still put up with her up until now. He just could not leave her.
Another reason why she likes staying over his room was because she has downloaded most of the songs of her liking into his laptop, instead of hers. He occasionally scroll through the songs and found out that she does not have any favourite genre. They ranged from acoustic, slow ballads, classics, pop all the way to ethnic and rock. They were all jumbled together! She does not seem to have any favourite idol of her own either, but she does follow the same idol, and download all of their albums. Even if the songs were not at all nice, she will still like it just because it was their songs.
His bed was their all-time spot, as it was comfy to sit or roll over together. As they grow up together, they seem to take up quite a lot of space, and the bed seem so small now but that did not matter. All that matter was that they could snuggle into each other’s embraces. Skin contact and tangled legs were not new to them. She fits perfectly in his arms, with his laptop on her lap, hands typing away on the keyboard. His fingers play around with her hair, making all kinds of braids that he had seen on the internet. He never allow her to cut her hair any shorter than her shoulders, reason being that the braids will not look as nice as they should be. She shrug it off and complied. The movements of his fingers around her head made her comfortable. They will always have some snacks nearby (preferably on the bed as it is reachable) so that she could feed him and herself (since his hands will be busy doing something, just anything at all. But most of the time he just braid her hair, and that was the main reason why he have tons of pins and elastics, more than she does). When she got tired of surfing the net, she started to read her book. Since it was filled with short stories, she chose a title and skipped to its page immediately. Apparently it was about incestuous relationship between two brothers. The next was also about a gay relationship. The third was the same as well. She gave up. He asked her how were the stories, she just laughed. Gay shit, she told him.
She adored gay shits.
It was kind of sad that there were four or five stories on that, while the rest were depressed stuffs, she said. I’ll read through them later on if I can find the time between reading ‘Tale of Genji’, she continued. He just hummed at her answer. By then, he finished braiding her hair with the milkmaid braid. With that beautiful hair of yours, it will be a waste to not show it off in the public, he said, securing her frame with his long arms. It was a cue. She shut the laptop and they crawled off the bed together. After straightening their clothes, they grab their cell phones and money before heading out for a little date, as to end their weekly ritual.