Basketcase

The Boy Who Came Throught The Hotel Window

My hand reached for the side table, inching my fingers with every trying second; just a millimeter close. My stretch towards the remote devices just out of reach without any other body parts moving. My stomach growled for attention followed by a mild ache and discomfort. I huffed my hand back in frustration, "God, but- I'm just so dam-uh-darn bored," I groaned, placing my arms gently, and deliberately away from my body. My stomach spoke aloud in hysterically and directing my speech towards my gut. I twisted my neck, rolling my head side wards over the pillow; the hotel phone coming into view. I could call Tyler! My eyes brightened joyfully to the thought but fell shortly, seeing as to how the cruel state of boredom forced me to such desperate lengths.

The window creak echoed from the far room, my eyes widening to the realization of it's single meaning, "Marissa's back," I blurted, my voice crackling to the sudden spew of words. I'd of wonder how she could of taken much longer, or- we could of just ordered room service! I slumped in, sighing roughly in frustration, resisting the urge to crossing over my arms.

The loud shriek of the window slammed, piercing my sensitive senses, drumming in my ears. My head twitched and my hands rushing up over my ears ears, cupping them in an instant. Can she not comprehend my pain?

A set of steps entered the room, my hands removed themselves as did my eye lids up lifting its unconscious shield of sight. My lungs filled, soothening my throat with cool controlled oxygen. I shifted my bottom upwards, dragging the sheets and admitting my pants in a knot, my upper back pressed into the pillow. "Geez Marissa," I hissed, straightening myself more comfortably on the sheets. "I can b-" my voice stopped mid-sentence as the view of bouncy brown curls danced with a mild shake to remove the hairs from his face. "Harry?" I asked, almost befuddled by the attire of him before me.

His expression worn of exhaustion and skin blueing, shadowing around his left eye. The visibility of the bags beneath his eyes distinctively clear within the deep faded purple and his sagging excess skin leaving a slit for his eye to view from. His left eye noticeably dragging his right considerably, leaving a mildly joyful expression doubtable and out of place. "Yeah..." he confessed, shuffling his feet casually, stuffing his thumbs, awkwardly, into the slits of his pockets allowing his fingers to dangle freely. "Thought I was Marissa?" He laughed dryly. I nodded.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted, a pause threatening to over take, "I mean, through the window?" I'd of expected him, and his usual self, to break down the door or at least try.

His lips twitched a curve at the far corner of his mouth, wandering his gaze elsewhere. "I bumped into Marissa," he explained, my body tensed to his words.

"You didn't touch her," I spat, injecting my statement strangely, glaring my focusing stare towards him.

"No," he replied firmly, a hint of anger taunted by my reassurance. "She ran into me," he went on, "Rambling on about iron and such," he explained, "and something about you." I stared intently and sternly, our gazes colliding an almost bitter connection, "She told me about her bit through the window and you spewing blood, so I thought I'd come see yuh," he concluded, finishing with a flat and plain expression.

My eyes widened slightly to his knowledge. Marissa was strict about not telling a soul, he must be thinking something else. I straightened myself in bed sitting cross-legged over the pillow. "Their nothing really, Marissa's over exaggerating," I stated plainly.

"So...?" he invoked.

I rolled my eyes lazily, "So I guess I could use some company," I huffed as a final decision.

His expression brightened, aimlessly wandering the room for some form of activity, spotting the connect near the television. I crinkled up my face I disgust. Shit, movement. I lifted my shirt, flicking my stomach with a growling response, "Gah couldn't we have ordered room service," I grumbled.