Vacation (discontinued)

chap 4

I look around to see papers, cups, plates, utensils and clothes everywhere. "Welcome to your new home" Casey says with one of the fakest smiles ever. "If it bothers you, you can leave," he offers. I look at him then just walk right passed him to a different room. One side of the room is filthy, but the other side is untouched; It looks like a person hasn't slept there in months.

"I don't want you to sleep on that bed," Casey says his voice actually soft for the first time. He shakes his head like he's clearing up his thoughts. "I'll clean the other side, I guess. It doesn't look like you're going to leave." And... he's back. I smile and follow him to where the garbage bags and cleaning supplies are. They are all in the hallway and you have to sign your room number before you can use anything. Casey grabs a few bottles of cleaning stuff and garbage bags and we head back.

I clean the living room area while Casey cleans everywhere else. By the time I'm done, Casey has just finished cleaning the bedroom and started on the bathroom which I haven't seen and honestly, I'm glad I didn't. About 25 minutes later Casey goes to return the cleaning supplies and go do something with the full garbage bags. I walk around the place and it just looks so much nicer.

Casey comes back while I'm checking out the bathroom. "Miana," he calls for me. I gag at the use of my full name. I walk over to him in the living room and give him the 'what' face.

"Now that you're not leaving," he says with a sigh "I guess we should get to know each other." I actually gasp that he isn't a complete ass. "What?" he asks.

"Nothing," I lie. "You can start first it was your idea."

He looks at me and groans. "Fine whatever. Uh let see. My parents fuc-." I face palm. "-Fucking. I was going to say fucking hated my guts," he says annoyed that I interrupted. I apologize and let him continue. "They had hated everyone if I really think about it. Anyways they sent me to military school, but I had got so out of control with killing people that the military school was going to arrest me. I ran. I had found someone that had helped me get into this school but now they're no longer here...," he says the last part in almost a whisper. "Anyways your turn," he says in his normal voice.

"Uh... I have a small simple family. My parents are never really around. They work as Foreign Service Officers, so I see them about twice a year. That's also how I know over 100 languages in the world," I say with a smile. "Uh... I had never left my town with them, so I was excited when they said I'm going on vacation-they meant here btw if you didn't get it-... now I'm here."

He nods like he's taking in the information. "You know over 100 languages," he asks. "Même français? (Even French?)" he asks. I shrug.

"Ehh pas vraiment. Je ne peux pas le parler si bien (Eh not really. I can't speak it so well)," I say messing up some of it. He smiles for once.

"Not bad," he says. "I should explain some stuff for tomorrow," his smile falters. I nod. "Our timetable is very... uh how do I say this... boring. We wake at 3 am and we also might not go to bed until like 11 at night most nights." I choke on air interrupting. He just nods. "Our core classes are only 40 minutes long and we get 10 minutes to get to classes or do something. Our first class starts at 4. We should finish our core classes by around 7:30.'

"We then get 1 hour for breakfast. After breakfast we get the real classes. Those are 2 hours long. We have 4 of those. We then get a mission and we get 5 hours to do that. After that its dinner time for however long it you want as long as its before 11 and we come back here and do whatever until they turn off the power for curfew at 11," he says. "Any questions?"

"Actually yes," I say and Casey motions for me to ask away. "When don't we have classes?" I ask

"We can choose a day out of the week every other week and we are free from the core classes. We have the other classes everyday unless we get assigned an overnight mission or something like that," He says. "Oh, one more thing. Every Mondays, Wednesday and Friday are team bonding days. That mean we are handcuffed to each other. Are you a righty or a lefty?"

"I can write with either of them I just prefer my right," I say.

"I can only write with my right so you might have to live with writing with your left." He says and I shrug. "Alright so I'm going to go shower. Uh... our clothes should come by for tonight and tomorrow morning. Just grab mine and put it in front of the bathroom door."

"Sure," I say, and Casey walks away into the bathroom. About 5 minutes later our clothes get dropped off with a knock on the door. I put his clothes where he told me to, and I go sit down upside down on the couch. There's no TV and I don't have my phone, so I just start sliding of the couch onto the floor and repeating.

About 15 minutes later the bathroom door opens slightly and Casey hand slides out a grabs the pants from under the shirt. He takes a minute to change. I continue sliding off the couch even when he opens the bathroom door all the way and looks at me weirdly.

"Tu dois prendre une douche (You have to take a shower)," He says shaking his head. "Its almost curfew." I sigh and flip myself right-side up.

"You don't wear shirts so I'm stealing yours," I say grabbing it off his shoulder. I grab my pants and head off to the shower. After that freezing cold shower, I head over to the couch and see Casey sprawled out on it sleeping. I go grab a blanket off the bed he cleaned up and put it on him. I go lie down on the bed and stare at the roof. I start thinking a lot about Penar and I end up crying. The lights go out and I end up falling asleep.