Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

11- Thoughts

You were now finding it awkward to leave the guest
room. You didn't know how nuch Kenmas mom
had seen, but from Kenmas reaction she practically
saw a blank sheet of paper.

That's what you kept telling yourself, it was the
only thing keeping you sane.
The same thoughts repeatedly surfacing your mind.

What if she's disappointed in me?

She now knows I'm not innocent but a slut.

She probably thinks I lied to her.

What if she wants to kick my out?

You couldn't continue with your panicked
conscience. You had to be sure. You scurried across
the hall, entering the blondes room as he wasn't
replying to your paranoid messages.

You knocked on his door loudly.
"What?" You heard from the other side of the door.
You didn't hesitate to open it right after the voiced
response, closing the door behind you.
The boy was putting on his large black puffer
jacket, additionally he wore a black cap on his
head. "Your going out?" You asked the boy.

Kenma slipped his feet already cloaked by socks
into his slides that were placed at the corner of the
room. "Yeah, can't smoke a blunt inside," he
huffed, zipping up his coat.

Followed by that, the
blonde male then stood, peering at you, communicating his wonder if why you were in his presence.

"Oh. Well I wanted to ask...did it look like your
mom..saw..anything?" You averted your eyes,
ruffled to receive an answer.
Kenma shook his his head lightly.

"It just looked like you were dusting your clothes,"
he reassured you. You then looked back to the boy,
taking a deep breath out releasing your panic.
Kenma then approached the door, the same door
you had your back against.

From the way he hovered over you it gave the
impression that he backed you into a corner. He
then placed his hand to the door handle, but his
eyes stood still in connection with your own in
what felt like eternity.

However, just by trapping gazes with the boy, it
wasn't difficult to decipher that there was
something wrong with him.

Your first clue had been previously revealed when
you had experienced his stressed out mood swings.
"Is that it?" Kenma asked, his tone depicted that
the irritation he displayed fromn just moments ago
were fading.

"Actually can I join?"
The boy exhaled deeply, he then turned around
walking to his wardrobe. He pulled out one of his
coats afterwards tossed it on top of your head,
clustering your view.

You felt his hand pat your head gently.

"Let's go," he said.

You put on the boys heavy scented coat, the smell of his cologne and body wash and shampoo all in one.
Then followed him downstairs.

Kenma quickly visited his mom in the office down
the hall, using the excuse that you were both
heading to the local store. Which wasn't actually
false.

This lead up to you and Kenma walking side by
side. The sun had vacated and the sky was a
delicate sapphire blue. There was very few stars in
the sky and the moon had yet to make its
appearance. It wasn't the first time you'd walked
through the stony thin alleyway, it was known
between you both to be the most beneficial
shortcut.

As you finally escaped the alley you had become
aware it was reaching dark, there was a small
quantity of people who roamed the streets,
although the usual number of cars hadn't changed
as much.