One Bite

Three - Miles

                                                                                                    Watching

   "Damn Miles, it's the new girl. Definitely the new girl."

   "Huh?" I stare hard at the screen in front of me, not really paying attention to Patrick.

   "The person we saw earlier? The one who laughed when you fell over? Totally her."

   For a second, the words don't click for a moment and I keep pressing A and Y furiously, but it doesn't matter. It never does... within a second the words "You Lose" are flashing repeatedly across the screen as I drop the controller to the floor.

   "Wait, new girl?" My head snaps in his direction and a groan of horror stretches out of my mouth. Why? Because Pat is just standing at my god damn window with a pair of binoculars glued to his face.

   With the sound of my trainers scuffing the wooden surface being the only warning, I throw myself across the room, tackling him to the ground without hesitation.

   "Dude! What the hell?" He shouts, voice muffled and choked as the binoculars fly out of his grip.

   "You idiot, are you seriously spy on the new girl? She's my new neighbour, you can't frigging spy on her!" I heave, standing up and dusting myself down.

   He makes a soft noise of annoyance and shakes his head at me, clambering back to his feet with difficulty. He raises an eyebrow in my direction and I send a fake scowl his wat.

   "Well, excuse me for being curious."

   "You were being nosy man, not curious."

   "I was being curious," he sighs with heavy emphasis.

   "Haven't you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?"

   "Well duh... but satisfaction brought him back, you dork."

   I slap my hand to my forehead and turn away from him, trying to get over the fact that he would do such a stupid thing. I glance at the direction of the house beside me. The flimsy material of the curtains shrouding her room is almost transparent.

   I turn back to him, raising an eyebrow. "That game is worthless. It should be burned."

   He flashes a grin. "Just 'cause you can't play it, dude."

   "No, it's just awful."

   "Saying Soul Callibur is awful is like saying you hate girls."

   I throw myself back onto my bed. "You're an idiot."

   "So's your face. You don't hear me complaining."

   "That's so immature."

   "I know." 

   A moment of silence before he sits himself down beside me, letting out a heavy sigh.

   "Do you think I should do something about Eliza and Tom?"

   The serious tone to his voice stops me from making some kind of lame joke. Instead, I purse my lips, eyes closed. "I don't know, Pat. It's definitely a tricky situation"

   "I want to smack him sometimes," he sighs.

   "Maybe you should."

   He groans. "He wouldn't ever left me see her again..."

   "Maybe you need to, I dunno, take the first step with her."

   "Like what, ask her out or something?"