Boy Who Broke In My Window

VII-The Return

The air is getting tense, my heart is beginning to race like a drum.
He leans forward, lids sealed and lips puckered. I am too. We got closer and closer, about to lock lips...

Yet before it happens, I zoom back to reality and realized what I was about to do. I slope my head sideways promptly, feeling his plump lips brush through the skin of my cheek as if caressing it. I just missed the kiss...
The moment was perfect; I wanted the kiss, yet the man I didn't want.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to." Howard apologizes with unease.
"No, it's fine" I say waddling my hands in mid-air, as if telling him there's no need for apologies.

We fiddled with our thumbs, clueless as of how to break the tension in the air.

"Well look at the time! - You better get some sleep Astrid, we're heading home in early morning remember?" I hear him say.
"I can handle myself, you go get some rest" I insist with a delicate grin.

He nods and scuttles away providing a huge gap between the both of us. I perceive him as he crawls into his side of the bed, pulling the sheets about his torso. I discreetly smiled to myself; he looks adorable.

I can feel the microbes and germs sizzling up and having a blast in my mouth. This is what comes about when you don't brush your teeth an entire day. I walk in the bathroom and it's without doubt, the most sumptuous bathroom I've ever set foot on.

Even the toilet has a warm air dryer entrenched on it! I quickly fulfilled my urge to defecate by ejecting a massive bomb of diarrhea down my subway; it went down pretty sloppily before finally striking the water surface.

I decide, why not use that warm air dryer from before? Thus, I did so and-well...

FIRST OF ALL, it feels awfully uncomfortable; like demons trying to wriggle up my secret hole.

SECONDLY, the air dryer was much hyped up when I turned it on that it made the entire room smell like my diarrhea. Well, the device pretty much sucks.
I punch on a random red button to turn the thing off; I assume that's the off switch. Apparently, I was wrong; a tune abruptly bombards all of a sudden from the mad toilet.

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"DON'T SIT ON THE PLEXIGLASS TOILET
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone." (STYX-Plexiglass Toilet)

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Apparently, this toilet also comes with built-in music system and lights, and I had just turned it on. What the hell? I'm already suffering in major constipation, and having to listen to a disgusting track when shitting is just awkward.

I immediately hop off of the devilish toilet and exit the bathroom. I find Howard peacefully asleep with his body coiled up into a ball on the bed; he looks outright innocent and cute in that state.
I sigh, what am I even saying?

I wanted to stroke his perfectly aligned abs, but repelled against the temptation. I opted to nap on the couch because he had seemingly colonized the entire bed. Of course, I had seized a pillow from under his masculine arms to lay my head on before eventually dozing off into a deep slumber.

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I was woken up upon a bolster being chucked onto my head by none other than the demon. It's rather early; my eyelids are still intensively glued onto each other as I didn't really acquire any decent sleep. It's no doubt that I look like crap. "We're heading off now!" He says all sunny and awake. I notice that he has a shirt on now, which is pretty upsetting; though I quickly shrug the thought off.

"Okay" I say in obedience, jolting up. "Where did you get the shirt anyway?"

"Aubrey had lent me this, in early morning. Though, she had left the house earlier because of scheduled tutoring lessons." He states. I mouth an 'O'.

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We leave in quietude after thanking the nanny who was present in the house nursing what I assume to be Aubrey's little brother. The nanny is still in her youth, probably in around her early 20s. She was a pleasant lady and had offered us foods for the trip back home, which we stupidly declined.

I order Howard to lead the way back home after realizing how I barely recognize where I'm at. He self-assuredly steps in front of me and begins to walk in a random direction, while I trail like an ant behind him.

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We have been on the path for a long time and it seems as if Howard understands where he's headed towards, so I assume that all is okay. But that was until he suddenly halts in the middle of the route without an obvious reason.

He turns to face me with reluctant and confused expression. "What? Keep walking please" I demand. He shifts around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, "Uhm, I think the lady should lead the way now." He insists.

"What no! What are you talking about!? Where are we!?" I panic.

"What, me? Why ask me? How would I know!?"

"You were the dumb idiot who led us here!"

"Well, my brain is currently experiencing a momentary retardation. So... " He says. How can anyone joke around in a situation like this!? How did I even rely on him initially?!
I shake my head in dismal; pulling up my middle finger in front of his face.

"I hate you!" I begin to pound my miniature fists on his chest as my eyes gradually brim with tears.

He realizes how my voice is cracking and how disconsolate I sounded that he instantly hauls me into an embrace. My heart begins to pound rapidly, as if it's going to leap out of my chest any second.

He has one arm patting my back and the other hand stroking my hair.
He tucks a clutter of tousled hair strands behind my ear, "Just let it all out." He whispers to me with apparent remorse in his tone of voice.
So, I bury my head in the comfort of his warmth and sob everything out. I wept... and wept... and wept... still in his arms, for long. I hear him sigh as he rests his chin on my head.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm going to make it right." I hear him heave out an apology.

My waterworks eventually ends, and so I open my eyes to notice how I had drenched the collar to his shirt with my tears. He mutters another apology.
I smile weakly at him as if saying that it is alright and then compose myself. We then begin to walk again.

We had no precise or guaranteed direction, but we did tread by plenty of residents who understand the area, and were keen to help us, which was what got us back home.

After a long walk, I can already ascertain the distinct smell of fresh decay; an indication of home. Howard decides to accompany me back to my place because he felt it was his responsibility to promise my safety. So, we were walking down the avenue, slowly approaching my house. My eyes are staring ahead, and as we get closer I notice how there's a vast crowd outside the house.

I don't know today is supposed to be a special event or anything. What's the occasion?

I go a bit further, and am certainly unhappy with what I see firsthand...