The Sky Is Falling On My Head!

17. Boredom Is Not Fun.

Wednesday dawned bright. And clear. And early. And painfully.

Why you may ask?

Well, because I have really bad luck with going to sleep. Or just sleeping in general, because even without Keith aiding me, I end up in the weirdest positions.

Like the time my arm went completely numb because I'd slept on it. Or the other time my arm went numb because I'd left it under my head for too long.

Or the time I landed up with my feet on my pillow... Yes, that's possible, don't ask.

I think you get what I meant, though. Me+sleeping (almost always) = disaster.

So, yeah...

Anyways, Wednesday also dawned so clearly because it was the day I'd be sitting at home with my TV remote while my friends were at a party.

Suddenly, I was in a bad mood.

I stomped over to the bathroom, before I realised I wasn't at my house, and that the bathroom was in a different place, and so I changed directions and stomped away.

~~~~~~

"Are you okay?" Teresa asked me with a amused smile on her face, as I stomped into the kitchen while I wrestled with a rogue strand of hair that had the guts to stab me in my eye.

"Good morning, Teresa." I greeted sarcastically, ignoring her question.

"Oof, someone's in a bad mood. What's wrong?"

I sighed.

"Three words. Party, Parents, No."

Teresa laughed.

"Aw, sweetie! I'm sure they had a reason."

"I've heard that so many times, it isn't even funny."

Teresa grinned.

"But, it's true though!"

I fake glared at Teresa.

"Okay, okay." She held up her hands in surrender and diverted her attention back to the stove.

"So, you and Keith, huh?" Teresa asked.

I could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

"Nope. There's nothing going on between us."

Just then, Keith walked in from his morning run, with his earphones still in his ears. He moved towards me and kissed the top of my head.

"Good morning, Kylie. Sleep well?" He asked, slightly louder than necessary because, well... Earphones.

Nevertheless, I nodded, knowing he wouldn't hear my response.

He grinned adorably at me before he kissed me and left to go shower.

Teresa turned and grinned at me, before doing a brilliant interpretation of my voice.

"Nope. There's nothing going on between us, my butt. Lady, you've gotta learn how to sell what you attempted to sell a lot better."

My eyes widened at the sudden sass that escaped Teresa's mouth.

"Girl, here I was, think you were a shy and timid little thing. But you clearly know how to fill the room."

"Correction, I can fill the house if I wanted to."

I laughed.

"With sparkly treasures?"

"As many as you'd like."

"I'd like a lot."

"Consider it done."

Teresa put a plate of pancakes in front of me.

"Sparkly enough for ya?"

I grinned and dug in.

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The rest of the day was as boring as could be.

I just spent my day spamming Aaron's and Aiden's phones and when neither of them replied, Ryder was subjected to my boredom. Naomi refused to accept my presence, because apparently, 'This party is the best thing that will ever happen to you! And if you can't make it, you don't deserve my attention.'

Jeez, girl. Keep your attention. I'm enjoying myself a lot more than you are!

I wish.

But, seriously raise your hand if you think that was an overreaction. I think it was.

Anyways, Ryder and I spent some time catching up with the events of the past few hours, and then we finally just gave up, because we hit a dead end and an awkward silence.

So, I went back to spamming people and Ryder went back to whatever he was doing.

Eventually, I decided that enough was enough. So, I dragged myself off Keith's couch and I went downstairs to my own house.

Keith hadn't been around the entire day, claiming he needed my house for something (sounds sus, I know), and he'd been so rigid that he didn't even let me have a set of my own keys! So, I had to ring my own doorbell, hoping that Keith would answer my door for me.

After a few nerve-racking seconds, however, my door did swing open, but not the gate.

Keith poked his head into view.

"Kylie? What are you doing here?"

I looked at Keith.

"I don't know. I mean it's not like I live here or anything. Maybe you know...?"

Keith sighed.

"I told you, I have a project to finish."

"Use your own house!"

"But, yours... Has the resources!"

"So, take the resources and go!"

"Yeah, sure... Let me just pick up your walls and go. Your parents wouldn't mind, would they?"

"My walls...? Keith, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice taking on a worried edge.

I moved forward and tried peeking in, but Keith blocked my view.

"Nothing. Now, what do you want? I have to get back to my... Work."

I gave up, sighing.

"I want my tracks. And, my bottle."

"Where are you going?"

"Down."

"Fine. I'll go get your tracks. I'll bring your bottle later, though."

At this point, I was itching to hit Keith.

Then he shut the door in my face, making his situation even worse. And then he made me wait outside for 10 minutes, which destroyed whatever pity or regret I'd have when I'd hit him.

But then finally, the door swung open again, and Keith handed me my tracks through the gate.

"Don't forget to bring my bottle down."

"Yeah, yeah. Bye bye!"

Still sighing, I went back to Keith's house where I changed. Well attempted to change, until I realised I'd forgotten to ask Keith for a t-shirt.