Expriment 00X

Chapter 3

I hear the curtain to my room open, I look over my shoulder to see Brady standing there. "Like the place?" He almost sounds nice, but, I know better than to believe it. I nod to answer his question. He moves to my bed gracefully and sits, hunched over, feet flat on the floor and arms across his legs. He blue eyes stare into mine, his shaggy brown hair fits his face features perfectly and his hair little messy but the good looking messy. He laughs a little and leans against the wall my bed is against. "You're staring" He smiles but not the same smile earlier, it's more of a warm welcoming smile. I like this smile more. My heart skips a beat. Why? I don't know? I just smile back. He pats the empty spot next to him wanting me to come sit, I hesitate but soon find myself moving toward him and sitting. "You're still staring" he moves his hand behind his neck and looks away. I put my hand on his chin and move his head toward me again, his face looks of total shock, I wonder if I did something I was wasn't supposed to but, I smile. I clap my hands together and move to my new closet with my new clothes, I shut the curtain behind me and change to some dark blue pair of shorts. It's a little harder to put my shirt on because of how much hair I have. It's a cute orange shirt that flows out at the bottom and has a bow on the back, I look at myself in the closet mirror and see I don't fill the shirt out as much as some of the other girls might but, I smile despite that. I haven't had much time to make friends, and I made two in one day! I feel like the happiest person in the world. I open the curtain and spin out of the closet and stand in front of him. Sadly they didn't give me shoes to wear with my new outfit. I see him look up at me and smile he gives me the thumbs up. Good, I'm glad that I don't look weird. I jump up and down clapping, and I hear him laugh, he has a beautiful smile, I feel he doesn't smile enough. I go back to sit down, but instead, he stands and walks toward me and pulls me close to his body. I hear his heartbeat, it's beating pretty fast, there must be something wrong. I push him away slowly, so he doesn't think I'm mad, because I'm not, I'm worried. He looks down at me as I put my hand to my chest to feel my own heart then put my other hand to his, mine is nice and steady why is his so fast? "I thin-" his voice comes out crackly, he clears his throat and starts over "I think I should go" I lower my eye's to the floor. I don't want him to leave I was just having some fun, maybe I shouldn't have done that, maybe he hates me now. I feel my ears go down toward my head "But" I hear him say. I look up to see a smiling face as he pushes my ears back up "I'll come visit you again, okay?" I smile back and nod. After that he just leaves. I go to lay down and trip over my hair, hit my head on the edge of my bed and fall to the ground, I sit and rub my forehead. This hair has to go! I look toward the scissors and grab them and walk to the full body mirror on the opposit wall of my bed. I pull my hair together like I was going to put it up, I move my hand up and down to see how long or short I want it. After about ten minutes I decide I'll go just to the beginning of my shoulder blade. My hair isn't thick or thin so it's not easy nor hard to cut, I keep my fingers where I want to cut it and move my hair over my shoulder so I can see what I'm doing, it's a little hard to cut through cause it's all bunched up together. A few minutes later I get most of it off just one more, and I'll be done. Snip. And it falls to the floor. I let it go, and the extra hair falls back down my back. I try to look over my shoulder to see how it looks. I cover my mouth at the look, it's terrible, it's all zig zagged and stuff. I sigh and get on my hand and knees to push all the hair on the floor into a pile the best I can. I look at myself in the mirror once again and touch my hair. I guess it's no big deal. It's better the that long hair that kept getting in my way. I move toward my bed and lay down, it's much better then the floor, my body sinks in which feels amazing. falling asleep that night was difficult for me, all I can do is stare at the ceiling. I hear the curtains to my room open and lift my head to see who it is. It's Ryker this time. I sit up, and he laughs, he grabs my stool from under my desk and puts it in front of my mirror and grabs my hand and gently sets me down. But not facing the mirror. "Let me help you out here." He bends down and grabs the scissors and moves behind me. He gently picks up my hair and starts cutting. I slightly turn my head to look at him "Don't move you'll make me mess up." He turns my head back to look straightforward. But, before he did, I got a pretty good look his face. He seems relaxed, lovely dirty blonde hair a little lighter than Brady's, but, Ryker's hair is a little shorter and not as messy, but, it matches him none the less and he has dark blue eyes so dark that they look black almost. "Okay done." He bends down and turns the stool and the sound of the wood seat on my concrete floor squeaks and hurts my ears. I look at my reflection and see my strawberry blonde hair right above my shoulders with my golden cat eyes. I shudder at the sight of me, not because of my hair I love it, but because I now know how different I am and how anyone can feel something for a 'Thing' like myself. I smile to replace the disgusted look on my face, so Ryker doesn't get offended. "You don't like it?" The sadness on his face pains me. I stand and rush in front of him and nod yes and I play with it, to make it more obvious that I like it. "Great" He half smiles, and that's when I realized he has a black and blue mark on his cheek, I move my hand up and touch it, he sucks air in through his teeth, closes his eyes and jumps a little, and I pull my hand away. He laughs a little "Yeah that's what I get for Interfering" he pauses "Hey don't look so sad" I didn't even realize I looked sad, but, now that he has said something I feel sorry for him, so I probably look sad also. I sit on my bed and sigh. He follows right behind me "You still worried" I look at the mark again and look back to the floor. I feel the bed bounce as he gets off. He kneels on the floor in front of me and lifts my head so I look at him "Listen I can take care of myself, I don't need you to worry about me, okay?" I can't help it. I touch the bruise again, and he does the same thing, I move my hand away, he grabs my hand and puts it back on his cheek even if it does pain him. He stands to leave but I grab his arm and I turn him around, I put my hand on my chest and my heart beat is still calm, I remove my other hand from his arm and put it on his chest, his heart beats fast like Brady's. He clears his throat "I should leave." As he turns to leave again "Wait" my voice comes out dry, crackly and small that I'm surprised he could hear it. He let's go of the curtain and turns toward me with a brow raised "Why?" again to crackly. I clear my throat. I want my voice to come out loud "Why didn't you call me an 'it' earlier, I mean" I pause and toward the mirror looking over myself my crazy golden cat eyes, ears and stubby tail on a person! no one would look twice at me. I see him walk behind me and wrap his arms around me like he already knows what I was going to say "Because I know you" his hand on my chest where I put my hand to check my heart beat "Your hearts beating faster there might be something wrong with you" I remove his arms and turn to face him, I take one of his hands and I put it on my forehead "Am I getting sick?" He blinks a couple times "Your taking this seriously?" I nod slowly "Why wouldn't I? I mean if I'm getting sick I have to take care of myself." He busts out laughing as pulls me close to his body just like Brady did. "I missed hearing your voice." he says in between laughing "I was worried when you stopped talking to me when I came to visit, you never spoke a word to Brady or Me" I raise an eyebrow "You both came to visit me?" I shake my head "That's impossible I don't remember any of this. I didn't even know you until this morning" he turns around sharply "I need to go."

"Wait" he opens the curtain and leaves, but I follow. "Wait" I whisper. It's to quiet, so I don't want to be loud. He doesn't say anything, and all I can hear is my bare feet slapping against the marble floor and his black shoe clap and sometimes a squeak against the floor. I listen to a sigh come from Ryker, he turns around and is about to say something till a scream echoes through the halls.