Schemer

chapter 15

Of course. When Louis came strolling into the living room, he was taunting me by wearing only sweatpants and a beanie. He took his beanie off as he walked over to me and shook his hair before tossing the flimsy hat towards me. I slid it on and pushed my hair out of the way as he took a picture of me with his black iPhone before I could register what was going on.

We watched more tv, until we were tired and after that we ordered some Chinese food and talked about life more as we ate our fried rice and sesame chicken.

"So, what are your plans after high school?" He asks, mouth full of rice.

I cringed at the scene, because even though he is always attractive, something about that was gross.

"Well, I want to be accepted into an art or even writing school. I've always been good at art, or so my parents and teachers tell me, since I'm taking advanced art two. Writing has always been a passion of mine since I was little. I read a lot, which is helpful to make me understand and feel the characters and the way the text is set up. I want to do something I love, and writing is my passion, my getaway. Art lets me express my feelings like nobody else has cared to know more about, except for you, Kat, and my parents so far." I ramble, only twice looking at him. I have never been good with eye contact.

He silently listened while eating and looked at me with every expression or emotion I could think of.

"Crystal.. That's... Amazing!" He stuttered and looked at me with compassion flooding his face.

I blushed and nodded as we shifted to be beside each other and finished eating.

Louis fell asleep in the middle of eating some sweet 'n sour chicken, holding it firmly in his hand. I laughed at the sight and snapped a picture of him with his mouth open and eyes fluttering before taking the box out of his hand and setting it on the cherry wood coffee table. Not five minutes later did he start shaking and sweating.

He woke up and wiped his forehead, his blue glossy eyes searching the room for something. He looked at me, panicked and restless.

He suddenly grabbed my arm ad pulled me toward him.

"Louis- this is the second time you've done this. Are you sure you're ok?" I asked, looking deeply into a pair of piercing blue eyes. He nodded, arms still wrapped securely around my abnormally small waist.

"Will you please tell me? About what you've been dreaming?" I asked him sympathetically.

"No." He replied simply, getting ready for bed by letting go of me and standing up, cracking his back and stretching multiple times.

"Louis you still haven't told me and I would like to know what's going on with you?" I deepened the subject. I wasn't going to let it go this time because I was pondering as to what he had dreams- or nightmares- about.

"Crystal, no means no. And what did I say? I said no, unless I'm constantly slurring my speech. Is that quite the problem?" He looked at me and pressured me to answer by the look in his eyes. Anger. About me? I couldn't tell because he quickly stormed away, sighing deeply.

"You said no, but this is the second time this has happened and I would like to know if something is wrong! is THAT so hard to explain?" I pressured him in return by making him stop directly in his tracks and turning around to look at me, I suppose it was my harsh tone. I get sort of snappy when I'm upset.

"NO, CRYSTAL." He demanded quite loudly, making me flinch. I turned around and walked back into the living room, grabbing a blanket from a hidden basket in the corner of the room, leaned the pillows against the arm and set myself up a bed.

"What are you doing now?" He said with a sigh, his voice getting louder as he stomped into the living room.

"Oh, well the thing we did last night? Sleeping in the same bed? I thought that was a one time thing, so I'm back to sleeping on this old raggedy couch." I exclaimed, fluffing the pillow up very harshly.

"You're right. It was a one time thing. Therefore, you can sleep on this two-thousand dollar 'raggedy couch'." He said, retracing his track, heading into his bedroom along with slamming the door.

Mood swings, buddy. Or bipolar? Bipolar, that's it.

I reached up for the blanket as I laid down and took a deep breath, softly bringing my own self to sleep.

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