Explosion; the not-so long story of the orange ninja

Drew and a Nightmare

I decided to sleep in my clothes. My shorts were comfy enough. I wore them to bed before.

Plus, I didn't want to go through the trouble of asking Nya for clothes. We probably weren't the same size anyway, judging by how skinny she was.

I laid down and shut my eyes. I wasn't really trying to sleep, I just wanted time to think. Think about everything that's happened within the past three weeks.

Let's see.

I was attacked twice by a guy named Samukai.

I've had dreams about dying by... something. Almost every single night.

I kissed a ninja.

I have powers. And plot armor.

I saved Drew's life.

And he doesn't seem all that bad anymore.

Guilt rushed to my head. Was I just mean to him for no reason? I mean, I know he was annoying. But all siblings are annoying.

He wasn't even my brother.

Wait.

How would I feel if I tried so hard to be someone's sister, only for them to keep saying I wasn't?

Oh no.

My eyes opened, and I got up out of bed so fast that a fuzzy feeling washed over me. I waited for it to go away, and then rushed out the door.

It wasn't necessarily running, but it was formal speed walking.

"Drew? Where are you?"

I heard a hum from the end of the hallway, and my eyes scanned for Drew.

He sat on the end of the hallway, slumped against the wall, looking at his phone.

He didn't say anything. He didn't even look up. But he acknowledged my presence and didn't seem to object to the fact I was looking for him specifically.

"Hey," I greeted, sitting down next to him.

"Hey."

"Look, Drew... I just wanted to say..."

He still didn't look up from his phone. Was he even listening?

"Will you just look at me? I'm trying to tell you something important," I said, trying to contain my annoyance, and remembering why I was here.

"Fine," he said sassily, and put his phone down. He turned to look at me, folding his arms.

I took a deep breath. Here goes.

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For... everything. I've been a jerk to you, and you don't deserve it," I said, hoping that he would just accept the apology.

"And...?" He asked expectantly, like he was waiting for me to continue.

I sighed and looked away from him. I couldn't look at him.

"I am sorry that I've been rude. Every day I've known you I've treated you like dirt. I guess I just couldn't get over the fact that my dad married someone else. I didn't realize that it was so horrible because... I guess I just hated you for no reason. I haven't been fair to you. I haven't even gotten to know you. And I want to change that. I just want someone to talk to. A brother."

I looked back at Drew, trying to read his expression. I couldn't. Since when did he have such a good poker face?

"Say something," I said. The silence was unbearable. It was loud.