Deaf Euphoria (boyxboy)

Chapter eightsies

"How long do you put a s'more in the microwave for?" I asked. Day rubbed his chin for a minute, thinking. 

"S-six min-utes," Day stuttered. He seemed to like talking to me aloud when we were alone. Alone. The word made a shudder ripple through me. He and I were together in his house, hanging out. Soon I'd have to call my mom and ask if he could stay over, a feat which would take an extreme amount of persuasion, considering that tomorrow was Tuesday. I nodded and placed the s'mores in the microwave, pressing the buttons. 

**Approximately six minutes later** 

"AHH AHH!" I screamed, grunning away from the microwave. Day caught me and dumped the water down my back. It trickled to the front and soaked my chest, making my shirt cling to me. It dropped down into my pants and I shrieked, jumping around the kitchen as I felt water in places that should ALWAYS be dry.  

"Day! Day! Day, you ASSHOLE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, wiggling around, pulling the waistband of my pants away from my waist in an attempt to dry myself. Day bolted over and slid my pants down in one move. I gasped, my Spider-Man tighty wighties coming on full display. Day fell on the floor and began laughing so hard his entire body shook violently. I quickly pulled my pants up, mortified. God, could this get any worse!?  

"Day you complete ASSHOLE! This is all your fault!" I wailed, collapsing onto the floor, sitting cross legged. 

"You-you... I was k-kidding!" He bellowed, beginning to laugh all over again.  

"I'm not familiar with microwaves! My mom makes all my food for us!" I growled. I smacked his arm, but he only chortled in response.  

"You cou-couldn't have b-believed....six minutes!?" He exploded, wiping his eyes. 

"I didn't know it would catch on fire!" I shot back defensively. 

"A-and oh, the tighty wighties!" He grinned. I smacked him sharply on his chest before he could erupt with laughter a second time. Or rather, the eighth time. 

"I hate you," I grumbled, looking away and crossing my arms. 

"I don't think I've ever laughed the much," Day signed when I finally looked back at him. My phone vibrated in my wet pocket. I glared balefully at him, slipping my phone out of my pocket and stood up. I faced away from him so he couldn't hear me. 

"Hola Mami," I began. 

"Hey, Aaron. What time do you need to be picked up?" 

"Day will take me over. But Mama, I was wondering...can Day stay over?" 

"Hijo it's a school night!" 

"I know, but he's all alone in this house by himself! He's lonely and his parents don't even want him! Imagine how sad he is, and how much one night could help, especially after all he's done for our family..." I trailed off.  

"Ugh, fine! But you two better get to sleep tonight!" She screeched. 

"Yes! Thank you so much! By the way, what's for dinner?"  

"We'll decide when you get home. We will have to scrap something together." She said. My stomach dropped. Oh no, another scrap dinner. 

"Alright, bye, love you." I hung up, whirling to face Day with my news. He was staring at me expectantly, making me blush. 

"Oh, God, I forgot you can hear!" I moaned.  

"Surprise," Day said aloud, his snarky grin speaking volumes. 

"So, you have a problem with staying at my house, macho man?" I inquired, crossing my arms.  

"Yeah, but first, lets get you out of those clothes," Day winked, making my heart race. My eyes widened before I realized that my clothes were soaking wet. Wow, I was an idiot, I had forgotten about the bucket. I followed Day upstairs and changed into a pair of his sweatpants, which were several sizes too large. I had to roll them a couple of times. He gave me a black shirt which was small on him, and it was still slightly too big. The upside was the generous amount of his cologne that resided on the clothing, like a breath of fresh air. Heh, he was never getting these back. We drove to my house once he packed a bag. He stopped at a KFC and ordered a shit ton of food.