Don't Get Away From Me

29|The Scars And The Stars I

[Edgar's pov]

It's a Sunday.

I didn't get up from my bed immediately. I just laid in my bed and scrolled through my phone. It's almost late January and it was still cold, but there was sunshine, at least. I rubbed my eyes as I felt a sudden pain from my eyes, then I slowly opened them again, knowing I probably shouldn't look at the phone immediately Amaterasu being awake. So, I lazily sat up and yawned again. I grabbed my scarf and a sweater and put them on.

The morning was quiet, and I stayed at home, feeling bored. I didn't really want to go to anywhere, but I didn't know what to do at home either. Just then, my phone made a ding sound and I picked it up.

Colette.

C: HEEEEYYYY EDGAR OPEN THE DOOOOOR IT'S SO COLD OUTSIDE!!!!
E: ?
C: I'M FREEZING OPEN THE DOOR

Puzzled, I peaked through the window, and saw Colette standing in front of my house, and her hands typing something.

C: Wait r u at home
C: OMG U R NOT?
C: NEVER MIND SORRY FOR DISTURBING

I quickly downstairs and twisted the door knob, revealing Colette standing there with a nervous grin.

"Why are you here?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh well I found I haven't really come to your house, so why not?" Colette giggled.

"Uh, yeah, whatever." I thought a bit, but let her in anyway. It wasn't really polite if I push Colette away, and I don't plan to ever do that again.

Once she stepped in, she hesitated to take another step. She hanged up her head to look at me. "Do ya have any rule here?" She asked.

Is there supposed to rules at home?

"Uh, not really. Just make yourself at home." I thought, and muttered.

"Okay that's great!" Colette smiled and came in after putting her shoes away. Then she observed my home like she was visiting a foreign country. She would jump to see the little details that I didn't notice. She would look closely while putting her hands behind so that she wouldn't break anything. She would ask for my permission before going upstairs to my room. She really feels like a kid to me...

I followed her and went upstairs and saw her lying on my bed with her face buried in my pillow.

"Uh...." I stuck in words.

Like, how can you describe it...a friend, just suddenly came to visit you and then jumped to your bed and almost felt like is asleep?

When Colette heard my voice, she immediately got up from the bed and stood up. Her face turned into a pink color. "Uhh, sorry..." She looked around nervously as she was a kid getting caught doing something wrong.

I only chuckled seeing her like this. "It's fine, I just...don't get it."

She laughed along with me, then she slowly walked past me and got downstairs again.

"Well, Edgar, why is everything black here? You're so obsessed with this color." Colette giggled. And pointed out all the black things in my house, which was almost everything. "See, the sofa, the wall, the frames that hangs nothing, the notebooks that you never used, the pens, everything is black!" She pouted, and turned to look at me, making a fake-serious face. "You need some colors!" She stated.

Okay she's definitely a kid...

She tapped her chin and thought for a few seconds, then a wild grin appeared in her face and she quickly dashed to the table and opened her bag. Confused, I walked to her, and she took out a plate, a few brushes and a bunch of paints. She threw everything and spread the, on the table. I stood there, even more confused.