I Quit Thinking

CHAPTER 9 : LOUIE'S POV

LOUIE
Balloon Surfing

It's killing me inside. This mess that was crumpling all over my apartment is literally taking Kiana and I to the highest possible stupidity.

"Whoever is living right up there is freaking irritating." Kiana said while pointing the vacuum cleaner on the ceiling. The ostriches were all over the place, added by my equipments, books, bedsheets on the floor, and other things from the nights I spent with Paulo.

In this doorless place. Yes.

"Louie." She calls my name louder than my thoughts this time. "What about your Henry's ostriches? I'm not picking them."

"You know what, just stand. I didn't ask you to clean this place. You're being so nice again." I shoot her a look that wasn't me.

"But how about these ostriches..." Her face looked down poorly on the feathers. "I'd grown seeing them up there everytime I go here."

"They're fine," I say, moments of me and Paulo flashes at the back on my head. We were freaking throwing the feathers and shits everywhere like confetti in the air and giggling too much that a big-chunk Paulo started crying as hell. I can't find the right words for it. He's too soft.

"Don't just laugh right there, come on. I'm really trying to help you. Is this how you treat your visitors right now? Ha? Letting them as your cleaner?"

"Did I let you come in? Is it my fault for having you this morning without any idea if the windows chewed you out in here or the door just fucking clapped at you for not knocking."

"Oh," She blinks while smiling and I laugh hard. "You're telling me I'm not welcome?" She joined me laughing. Why is it so hard to be mad at her even just pretending. "Louie Hana is using her authoritative voice right now? On her best friend's face?"

"Who? Who's using BEST beside a word friend right now... oh you. Okay. Fine."

Kiana hit me this time with my laptop adapter, straight to my knees. To the bone. There. This is war now. I glance at my sides on the couch and there's nothing on there to fire. The adapter is the only thing I could throw back but, no. I'm not throwing it at her. It hurts shit.

She threw another block on me, when I looked up it was a shoe. Someone's shoe.

"Are you seeing someone around here recently, Louie. Is there something you want to tell me?" She cocks her head, "Your silence means everything to me; you know that, don't you."

"I don't know. You tell me why'd you ask all of a sudden."

"Cause you're wearing his shirt too,"

Wait? What...

Oh. I am indeed. A white sized shirt. Large.

"Remember what I did last time, reading your book just the day after it was published.." She's staring at me. I know that look. "Researching your answers from my questions a year before that."

"I remember."

"I'm not doing it again. You tell me right now, I'm not researching anything about you anymore."

"Kiana? You're acting like my baby again. I'm not hiding everything to you. In fact, people could always enter my life and judge. There's a lot to choose."

"But not me. I'm not your fan, I'm your person. Whatever it is that you write in your book wasn't my place to enter okay, I'm not here for your brain and quitting shits. Don't let me repeat what I just told you before."

"What was.. that you told me before.."

Kiana rolled her eyes, raising a finger on me. "I fucking hate you right now."