Loving my feral one

ch_7: Tanaka (part II): "the knucklehead"

“Yes. very” I go along. Somewhat wanting to linger around I continue my way down the same way.

I drop Xion off in front of his apartment and say goodbye. “Just don’t end up dead. Have the other one accompany you next time”.

He looks at me quizzically and asks, "Are you free?"

"Huh? What?" I ask, confused.

"Never mind," he quickly adds, and I turn to leave but a hunger pang echoes in the silence of the night and later I find myself invited inside.

A big chamber-like room with a big round bed. A study corner. I had no idea that he studies. A kitchen on the side. And another door. Simple. cozy.

“Imma try some new recipe” he warms me beforehand.

I raise my hands in surrender as I drop on the couch. "Fine, fine. Just don't rat poison me." raising my voice "You may commence now," I declare, attempting to sound authoritative.

Sitting on his comfy orange-shaded couch I watch him strut to his home. I haven’t ever talked to him in school before, Although I have had urges to hit him before a lot. It’s bizarre. So bizarre. Talking to him. Seeing him out of school and being inside his place. He is just plain weird and him having me see me skate! For no reason, I feel this intense urge that I am a spy here on a mission to kill him discretely for he knows a lot. I live here. I skate. And that it’s I!

He mutters something, dropping the bag of ingredients onto the counter. He drops them. Half the things are already on the floor. I rush over to save the sole egg that survived. It’s spinning around the very edge, and Xion’s just standing there, looking bewildered.

stretching my hand to save it I hope, but it slips through my fingers, and although he could have easily saved it, he doesn’t.
"Seriously? What's wrong with you?” I end up snapping. He wasted everything.
"What does it matter? Everything else has already been wasted, and I don’t feel like cooking anymore!"

Seeing the sight of everything on the ground and wasted, I almost snap again but then he looks as if his cat just died. His head lowered. Eyes fixated on the floor. "Not the time to whine. I am hungry. You said you would make me food."

"Nah, I'll pass," he says, stirring up my hitt-him-urge.

I order “Let’s just clean” beginning to clean the mess I tell him. Waiping a tissue on the floor I look at him again. What the-pouting? Eyebrows quivering? “Are you seriously gonna cry?”

"What? Do you think—" he instantly fires back.

"You can just sit back," I tell him dusting my hands.

"Are you gonna cook for me?" he asks, thrilled.

I stare at him and blink for a moment too long. Did that kick get to his head?
I don’t clean either and we both sit on the couch and watch TV awkwardly.
"Oh, come on, I'll pay, but you just have to call," I tell him, annoyed.

"Huh? Weren't you going to pay earlier?" he asks, surprised.

"Huh? No. I mean, yes, but I am not gonna call."

"Ah, right," he sighs.

"Why aren’t you calling?" I inquire when he just sits there.

"I did already," he tells me.

Am I going deaf? How come I didn't hear him?

Sirens blast in the room, and we both flail our arms, almost poking each other's eyes out. He runs across the room and picks up his phone from under the pillow.

“Nobody puts such music as a ringtone. By the way, where is the other piece?”
“Other piece?…oh! He’s out doing some stuff” he replies

“Stuff?”

He puts a finger on his lips. “Shh. we don’t talk about it so loud”

Frowning I sigh “Are you always this high?”

“Always” he winks.

“I wanna hurt you so bad” I chose to speak facts.

“You better not cause I stan equality” he replies too interested in the phone.
I snort. idiot. “Wooh. my bad bro. Not gonna pick a fight with you”

seeing the screen, he freezes for a moment, and his eyes and face light up, but he doesn’t utter a single word. Nor do I ask.

The delivery guy drops off the order, and I go to the door to fetch it because he is preoccupied with his phone. From what it appears to me, he’s in a trance with a smile stretching wildly to his ears. After savoring a big bite, I filled my heart's content and asked him, "Are you seriously not gonna tell me?" He doesn’t look at me and keeps on scrolling. I throw his burger at him, and when it hits him in the face, I say, "Catch."
He jerks his face up instantaneously, and after collecting the spare parts of his burger, he considers.

"Em’ bored," I replied, chewing the meat.
"You cool with some drama?" he asks, grinning wildly, looking just like Leon.
I nod and sit next to him, munching. After taking a long breath, he shows me the screen.

"You see this!" he shrieks. "And this and this!" he shrieks with excitement and scrolls through the messages.

"That ain’t drama. That's cringe," I admit.

"Aw, don’t be so rude," he pouts.
We both giggle, disgusted and embarrassed whenever someone compliments him or states the reason why they like him. At one point, we almost choke on our burgers. Laughing, I smack him hard at one comment because it said, "You look really smart."
When we are done going through all of them and replying to every single one, I am bent over because my ribs ache from laughing and Xion's barfing.

"Shit! What time is it?" I ask.

Panicked, he checks his phone and then yells, "Two a.m."
I messed up.

"You probably won’t see me again. Any last words?" I ask him, and although my laces aren’t getting tied, I am laughing and not throwing a fit.

"Catch," and with that, he throws what he pulled out of his jersey.
I caught. Chocolate.

“Bought it from the store instead 'cause you said you don’t like fizzy drinks," he explains.

I open my mouth to speak, but he yells, "Give it back if you’re gonna say you like black chocolate and not this!"

“Aren’t you giving it a little early? That’s what I was gonna say, you knucklehead, and black chocolate makes me wanna throw up," I tell him, annoyed as I swing out of the door.

“Same, dude,” grinning he says.

“Not your dude” Putting the chocolate in my pocket, I tell him to lock the door and leave.