Imperfect Date

Chapter Two

Graham

I slept great last night. It's easy for someone like me to fall asleep right upon landing in bed, because well, I have the most amazing speed abilities.

I leaped out of bed and threw open the curtains. Now I admit, I probably shouldn't have done that without looking outside first, but who's got the time to do that? Not me, for sure. Still, the sizzling brightness and heat from the sun greeted me with morning torture to my eyes, and I winced a little.

I heard Flint make an annoyed sound as he adjusted himself in the armchair. Oops, I thought. Now I really shouldn't have done that.

"Graham, that's too much sunlight coming in!" he shouted. He fell back asleep again after that, and I just decided to keep the curtains closed for a while longer.

After all, I got up crazy early as usual. I simply don't have the time to roll around in bed and slowly put my things on while I roll around hoping to keep awake. Slow work isn't my type of work. I like to get things done with speed and with style.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room for a while hoping to kill some time. I quickly got bored though since I wasn't doing anything productive. However, my eyes suddenly landed on Flint, who was still asleep in the armchair. For a few solid minutes, I don't know why, but I watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath. I began to feel stupid for wasting my time. What the hell was I doing? I jumped off the bed again and tiptoed up to Flint.

"Flint," I called softly. "Wake up."

Flint began to stretch as he opened his eyes. Through a yawn he questioned, "What do you want now, Graham?"

I grinned. "Get up. We're gonna be late for work. And I hate being late."

I jogged over to the closet and looked around for my purple suit. Just to be clear, I don't wear a tie. Why, you ask? Well don't ask me. I grabbed it and kicked the closet door shut. I had just dashed into the washroom when Flint called out.

"Cog, Graham, do you have to be so noisy with everything you do? Can't you just calm down and work less quickly for once?"

Work less quickly. Ugh, I hated hearing that. It's like you're being judged on your own abilities just because it's annoying everyone. I mean, why should it be their problem? I'm doing my job, they do theirs. Simple as that. However, of course, I barely even get really angry with Flint since he's my best friend and he's just awkward sometimes. We're total opposites, in fact. I love attention and socializing, things that Flint doesn't like. He's more of a private guy than I am.

After I got my suit on, I looked in the mirror and frowned. I don't know if it was just me, but the mirror looked dirtier than yesterday. I don't remember getting up in the middle of the night to do my business or wash my hands like Flint orders me to do whenever he comes over and I happen to come out of the washroom. I never get up in the middle of the night anyways, it disrupts my beauty sleep.

I disregarded that thought, because I still needed to put on the rest of my accessories and prep my lovely face. I trailed back to my room, where I found Flint sitting at my chair looking in my personal mirror. He had this rather irritated look on his face as he gazed into the mirror. I tried to grab my foundation bottle and not think too much of what in the world he was doing at my desk, but I got distracted anyway because suddenly he rolled his eyes at me.

"Okay, I'm tired of this." he spoke up suddenly.

I was confused. What was he talking about?

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"Your beauty product junk." He gestured to my stash scattered all over my desk. "I'm sorry, but I have to say this, why is this all you care about? What makes you think someone like you needs to look so beautiful?" The frustration in his voice was really easy to detect, but I wasn't understanding why he was saying this now.