Bad ➰Michael Jackson

Part 6

Part 6

Shaka and Daryl continue to hit each other with pillows before she pushes him away from her, raising her hands up in mercy.

"Alright, okay okay. I'm done now." Daryl hits her one last time full in the face, with no regard for her words.

Pouting, she crosses her arms and frowns at him, the pillow falling from her hands. Daryl tosses his pillow back on his bed, taking one look at her and laughing.

"What, I'm sorry! My hand slipped." His brown eyes sparkles.

Shaka scoffs, plopping back down in the chair across from his desk. She watches as Daryl resumes his seat, reclining against the head board.

"So anyway." She starts, making him snort.

"So anyway." Daryl repeats. She purses her lips playfully before sighing.

"What do you want to do now?"

"I don't know." Daryl picks at his pants, worrying the fabric.

"Oh." She stares at him for a moment, thinking. Daryl returns her gaze and they end up looking into each other's eyes without saying a word. Her nose starts to itch but she refrains from moving, intent on winning this impromptu staring match. Unfortunately for her, she gets lost in checking him out.

Daryl physically, was different. A bit odd actually. Not in a bad way just....different. His skin was a light tan color, maybe a peach--and she could be mistaken but she swears she sees dark splotches on his neck. His nose was shaped on the sides, clueing her in that maybe he had a nose job. There was nothing wrong with it, but she wonders why he did it. His curly hair was short, done into that jheri curl style that was so popular with both men and women. His lips were a light pinkish brown color, contrasting with his skin.

Unbeknownst to her, she was just staring at him, narrowing her eyes a bit, coming to when she sees his brows furrow. Her eyes refocuses and she watches as he observes her silently, frowning. Daryl adjusts his blue color against his neck, clearing his throat.

She blinks, realizing that she was probably making him uncomfortable just staring at him.

"Oh. Sorry." She says breaking the silence sheepishly.

Daryl shrugs. "It's fine."

Shaka sits back, roving her gaze around the room and bringing her eyes back to his. She smacks her palms on top of her thighs, wincing at the sharp sound.

"Well, guess I'll be going." She announces.

"Already?" Daryl asks, sitting up also.

"Yah, I know I just got here but I was planning on going over to my aunties house. I haven't seen her in forever."

"Oh."

She slides her arms through her coat, bottoning the buttons up. As she wiggles her fingers in her gloves, she looks up to ask Daryl something and sees him studying his lap, playing with his fingers.

Doqon Shaka. Stupid.

How could she forget how he's recently been ostracized by his friends? Though she has hope that everyone will get along in the future it obviously isn't gonna happen when she's gone. She's sure that he would appreciate a little human interaction right now.

"You can come with. I'm sure she won't mind." She says brightly. Daryl looks up at her.

"I won't be unwelcome?"

Shaka waves him off, pulling her hair out of her hood. "You won't trust me. C'mon, get your stuff on."

Daryl smiles a little bit and does as she says, picking his black coat up and standing. As she gets himself situated, she looks around his room one last time, preparing to leave this comfortable setting.