Flavors (Brainfarts and Writer's Block)

Chapter Three

No way. No way, no way, no waaaay is this happening to me.

Forget what happened? Well let me inform you: me, tears, Theodore Reid.

Theodore Reid was CRYING! What? I know, right! Tears are coming out of the very eyes from the very person from the very Today Clinic that very much just ditched in the middle of the whole thing.

Then again, he's human, too.

Actually no. He's like some mutated alien who survives on tormenting people by flicking the corner of his lips upwards and blinding his poor victims with his shiny teeth. It should be illegal to brush your teeth that much.

"IT'S BULLSH- ouch!"

I whacked him.

"Stop swearing, and explain to me your reasoning for spewing out tears like a donkey in a-"

I brought my words to a halt, since he so abruptly grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes. Truthfully? I was terrified. The way his eyes looked at me.. He looked so.. Scary. Due to the lack of sunlight, he looked like a vampire, because of his eyes. They were so black since his pupils were dilated. Then again, lack of sunlight causes your pupils to dilate. 

"April," he breathed. I just looked at him wide-eyed. Not because of the invasion of my personal space (which by the way, caused my heart beat to slightly pick up), but by the way he looked. He looked so vulnerable, lost even. He looked so sad, and angry at the same time. He looked cute.

Did I just use that term, cute? I think I did. Cute..

But the way he stared into my eyes like they were the windows to my soul, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Then the thought hit me.

Why would he be at the Today Clinic when he legally is an adult?

He breathed out my name one more time and then pulled me into a very breathtaking hug. Literally. It was breathtaking. I couldn't breath, and the lack of personal space made my supply of unlimited oxygen run out.

Theodore Reid! I mean like, I'm flattered to be your person to be leant on, but. You're sort of killing me while I'm in the midst of my hyperventilation process. Oh, how I wish I could say that in real life. But reality seemed to just drift away into a puddle of blackness, and the last thing I felt was wetness on my cheek..

♦*♦*♦

"Oh, gosh.. Oh, gosh oh gosh oh gosh."

It was about ten minutes since I woke up from my unconsciousness, and once again, the hyperventilation company started to campaign in my brain. 

"April! Just breath. Calm down. You really know how to make a guy feel welcomed."

I darted my anxious eyes to Theodore Reid. Precisely seven and-a-half minutes ago, I woke up noticing I was clothed into a big loose shirt and man boxers. And then you know how the rest went; Not Well. For Theodore Reid, at least.

"But.. You changed my clothing!"

I retorted. He just looked annoyed, though.

"Yeah, so? I also change my bed sheets, and it's not complaining."

He crossed his arms as he continued to lean on the dark brown-colored wall. I just opened my eyes wider.

"But what will my parents say when I get home late? I can't get home in this clothing!"

He walked over to where I was sitting- oh, well, standing. I was standing on the nice black leather couch while whisper-yelling at him in between gaps of my quickened breathing and frustrated sighs. It was a strange pattern. He took a seat on my right and continued to sip on his Kool-Aid.