Creep

Chapter Seven

Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday. I've got a lot of things to learn. Said I would and I'll be leaving one day. Before my heart starts to burn.~Oasis

I woke up the next morning, not even realizing that I had fell asleep the last night. Before I had a chance to check the time, my sight caught a glimpse of Ethan. She was still asleep. She was so peaceful, and at rest, the only thing I could feel was the beating of her heart on the left side of my chest.

Once I noticed her, I guess I started to breath heavy because she woke up right away.

"Good morning Hen." She stated groggy.

I was going to ask her how exactly we ended up falling asleep together, but I decided to just let it be, "Good morning."

Soon enough Ethan stood up from the crowded sofa, yawned, stretched, and roared over the grumble of her stomach, "I'm starved! How about I make some breakfast, then, since people are crazy ninjas and the streets are already cleared, I walk you and your sister home."

I nodded in agreement to Ethan's plan.

"And," she added, "I'm sorry but I'm making you eat."

There were about three problems with that statement. 1.) I wasn't very hungry, 2.) Eating in front of people makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and nervous, and 3.) Eating food often makes me nauseous, my mom says that it's because of my obsessive worrying.
But, I'd have to eat sometime anyway right?

"I don't know what you like, so I'm just going to make you some bacon, cereal, and fruit. Pretty balanced if you ask me." She announced.

"Oh, I'm a vegetarian."

"That's very interesting. Well then fruit and cereal it is!"

Two minutes later and, "Voilà! Food is served!" She shouted as she placed both of our trays onto the table.

"So...how do you like school? Is it nice there, I mean besides the kids in gym class?" She asked while chewing a spoon of cereal.

Is it nice? School is like a song on loop. The same thing over and over again. Same classes, same subjects, same teachers, same classmates. Not only that but it's like, even if you don't know a person or their name, you begin to recognize their face, and the clothes they wear. But, unlike a song, you don't replay it because you like it, and you cannot change it. You must go through the school day, and that makes me crazy sometimes.

"It's better than nothing."

"Yup, anything is better than nothing."

I nodded in agreement.

"Now eat up, because I'm sure my parents will be coming home as soon as they can, and I sure as hell don't want to have to explain to them why there's a boy over when I'm home alone."

I looked down at my cereal-filled light pink bowl, picked up the silver utensil, and took a bite of the colorful pieces. It didn't taste bad at all, so I chewed carefully and continued to eat. Ethan finished long before I did, so she waited patiently for me to be done.

When I finished I placed the bowl into the sink and Ethan went upstairs to wake Bernice.

While Ethan ran up and dragged Bernice out of bed, I sat patiently on her couch and over thought of all of the ways that Ethan would rush downstairs screaming that Bernice had died in her sleep. Or all the ways that they could both fall down the steps, clash heads, and get concussions.

Fortunately, none of that happened and both girls came down safely. I joined shortly after, walking with them on our way home.

During the short walk, Bernice talked to Ethan. They spoke about things that girls always tend to talk about, their weight, periods, and bra sizes. I'm not sure how talking about those elements are interesting whatsoever, but Bernice seemed to have thought so, Ethan...not so much.