Chapter Six - Laugh It Off
"King!"
What the hell? One minute he's just a few meters standing away from me, but the moment I close my eyes, he's already nowhere to be seen.
But no, I won't give up.
"King!" I try again, passing by different hallways and corridors.
Knight's pretty big. He could be anywhere. Then it dawns on me.
I turn around and quickly run towards the academy's open garden. I didn't mind that I'm already out of breath as I force my tired legs to run some more.
Why didn't I think of that freaking garden first? Just you wait, King. I'll be there.
I glance at my watch or should I say my brother's watch, as I calculate on my mind how many minutes I have to get to where he is and talk to him. It's on the far end of the academy, mind you. And to make things worse, I have only three minutes to get there and five minutes to talk to him.
Finally I reach the garden, huffing and puffing the air greedily. I scan my surroundings and see the familiar back of the guy I'm supposed to be chasing. I walk over to him slowly while trying my best to regain my composure.
"King." I say softly, still out of breath. Man, I really need to start exercising.
"Quinn?" He turns around and faces me. His eyes grows wide as his sight lands on me. "Why are you here?"
"To talk to you, of course." I chuckle softly. It seems like he slowly regained his usual self as a warm smile I grow to like appears in his face. "Man, mind if we sit down first? My legs are turning into jelly."
King helps me sit down beside him while I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, waiting for it to become normal.
I look up as I feel a soft thing poking my cheeks. I smile as I see King before me with his handkerchief in his hand, probably wiping the sweat on my face.
"Thanks, King." I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him. I can feel him stiffen so my first initiative is to let go but as I slowly loose my hold, he hugs me tightly making me smile as I enjoy his presence. I may look like I'm a snob but I'm clingy. Clingy to almost everyone I'm comfortable with. No, it doesn't matter if I just met the person. I like hugs, a lot.
Yes, I like long hugs.
I let go after a minute but King pulls me again.
"Thank you." He whispers. I didn't answer him, I only smile as I pat him on his shoulder.
He pulls away and smiles at me, the usual smile he gives me. The one I'm accustomed to like.
"Now, tell me what's bothering you." I say. Not to sound demanding or anything but hell, I maybe a little bossy than necessary.
"It's nothing, Quinn." He says, his eyes darts everywhere but me. "Seriously."
"I don't buy it." I say honestly.
"Well, you have no choice but to believe it since I'm already over it." He replies, his cheeky smile showing again.
"No fair." I frown. "But next time you get upset again, talk to me, okay?"
"Why?"
"I don't like the idea of a person suffering alone." I reason. It's true, though. That's why we have friends, to help us with our problems. Even if it's not easy to solve, at least we have each other to rely right? I think the trip's going to be worth it.
