Sorry For Getting You Fired (GirlxGirl)

CH. 21 Strike!

There was nothing to do in Mia's apartment. Ugh, I wanted to jump off a bridge. Boredom was already killing me anyway.

Mia was sitting on her couch, hunched over the coffee table while working. Correcting assignments was not part of today's plan. We were supposed to be doing something entertaining or at least cuddling.

Maybe it wasn't too late...

Making myself comfortable next to her, my arms slipped around her waist as I began nibbling on her earlobe.

"Riley, I'm working," Mia pushed back a bit but gently. Otherwise I would have been offended.

"Can't you work on that tomorrow?"I attempted to cuddle with her again.

Again, she pushed back.

"No," she enforced. "I was supposed to work on this yesterday but you asked me to put it off for a day, remember?" she bumped her forehead on mine, softly.

"Then put it off for another day," I gave a cheeky smile.

She gave me a stern look, "Stop."

"Fine," I groaned.

Mia went back to correcting school work. Meanwhile, I had absolutely nothing to do. Still, it was better staying here than going back home. That place was known as hell now.

My mind wondered about the box of chocolate. A week had passed and Mia still knew nothing about them. Surprisingly, Ms. Damon didn't even mention them to her. Maybe she didn't want Mia to think that she was expecting a thank you. Well, she was never going to get one since Mia never got the chocolates.

Having nothing else to do, I wandered around Mia's apartment. My eyes scanned for anything interesting. Anything that could keep me entertained for a while.
As I walked by her bookshelf, I came across a stick. Actually, it was a long wooden dowel, which Mia used as an extra window lock. Either way, I grabbed it and used it as a cane. Walked like a pimp. When I passed a mirror and saw how ridiculous I looked, I stopped and walked correctly.

I swung the stick around, pretending that it was a sword.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mia's eyebrows connected in confusion and disbelief.

"Nothing," I stopped swinging it around. After standing still for a minute while she continued working, I got bored again. "Mia, hear this," I swept the stick, so she could hear the whipping sound that it made. Honestly, I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. It had reached that point. Of me acting childish.

"Riley, do you really find that fascinating?" her eyebrow arched.

"Nope," I popped. "Girl, I'm bored," my head tilted back as I groaned out of frustration.

"Then find something to do," she advised. She knew better than to tell me to go home. That was not an option.

"That's what I'm trying to do, so if you'd stop judging me, I'd appreciate it," I stuck my tongue out at her.

She chuckled and shook her head in amusement. Again, she went back to working. Hmm, what about me? The stick was keeping me somewhat entertained... not really.

I paced back and forth, twirling the stick. I looked at picture frames as I walked along her apartment. I was going to give myself a tour.

After that, I got bored all over again. Something else popped into my mind. Yesterday. When Mia and I went into her bedroom because I asked her to take a break from correcting papers. Stupid assignments, they were taking time from us today.

Shaking that out of my head, I paced back and forth. Still with the dowel.

"I'm a power ranger," I swung it as if it were a sword.