Chapter 18 Making Friends

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 You were lying against a soft, comfy surface. It was warm and gave you a feeling as if you were in someone’s protective arms. You started stirring from your sleep, almost purring at the soft feeling. You inhaled, keeping your eyes still closed even if the sunlight peered through the windows, and the familiar scent of mint and medicine reached your nose. It was strange; it reminded you of something, but you just couldn’t put your finger around it.

   It was obvious that you had finally fallen asleep on EJ’s shoulder last night. Your exhaustion was so strong, that you had barely managed to keep yourself awake to keep him company and chat with him a little bit. But the comfortable shoulder and the relaxing music took their toll on you and your eyes grew heavy, closing before you were able to even realize it. The blue-masked man must have carried you back at your room and made sure you were all tucked up nicely inside your comfortable blankets. You thought you should thank him for that later, since carrying someone isn’t such an easy task, let alone that he didn’t have to. He could just have left you there sleeping on the piano like a total idiot.

  You smiled to yourself in the kind act EJ did and opened your eyes slowly.

The bright light that had flooded the room was blinding. You blinked several times, trying to make your eyes adjust on the bright light. Slowly but steadily, you begun to see clearer.

   And right at that point, there was something strange.

  There was a sea of black fabric lying beside you, followed by a pair of blue jeans. It occupied half the side of the bed and you were cozily laying against it, your hands wrapped tightly around it. If you were a cartoon character, question marks would have appeared above your head. You removed your hands quickly and used them to raise yourself somehow, to look at where it led. Gazing up, you met with a familiar royal blue mask. It was leaning downwards, with its breath barely audible, as EJ slept peacefully. But not for long.

  Your scream pierced the silence of the room –and house-.

   You backed at the wall beside the bed, pulling the covers to cover yourself. Simultaneously, EJ’s head jerked up in surprise and confusion but your foot found him straight on his sides, kicking him hard. He wasn’t even able to react as he lost his balance and fell on the floor beside the bed.

  ‘God damn it!’ he said under his mask, holding his pained sides, sitting up on the floor.

  ‘EJ, what the hell are you doing here?!’ you asked angrily.

   His masked covered face looked at you and both of you froze. You waited for him to give you a proper response, slowly boiling in your own blood and throwing dagger-glances at him. But he was obviously utterly confused; you could see that even under his mask. His face stared at your furious own for a few minutes, without a single word coming out from both of you. The situation was so awkward and silent, that you could literally cut it with a knife. Then, he curiously looked around the room, looking at the walls, the windows and in other words everything inside of it, as if he had no idea why he was there in the first place. His hand went on his head, resting on his forehead as the memories of last night came into his mind. He sighed loudly and sat up better, trying to find the right words to explain to you the situation. Of course, you didn’t remember talking in your sleep, so this excuse wouldn’t work –and neither did he want to let you know in the first place-. So there was only one solution to explain things and not get killed.

  ‘So?!’ you asked impatiently.

‘Calm down _____. You fell asleep last night and as I carried you here and made sure you were okay, it seems that I also fell asleep.’ He explains.

 You eye him suspiciously ‘Are you sure?’

‘I am.’ He confirms steadily.

For a moment, both of you remain still, looking at each other, you with suspicion and he steadily to reassure you for his intentions, that were utterly pure. In the end you just sigh. After all, he was EJ; he wouldn’t do anything too edgy.Thankfully for you.

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