SAIL

•chapter 3•

We sit in a cafe that's near by. A hot cocoa in front of him and a glass of water in front of me. We sit across each other in a corner away from everyone else.

"So what do you want?" I slide down into a comfortable position in my booth. "Like I said before. I just wanna share a cup of cocoa and and friendly conversation, but I see you don't want cocoa," he chuckles under his breath. "I don't like cocoa," I mumble. "How come? It's chocolatey and really good when it's made with milk." "I'm allergic to milk." He sits back and looks me over, "I should have known." I look up at him from my water, "So what did you want to have a 'friendly conversation' about?" "You," he smiles. "Stop smiling. There's nothing to smile about." "Yes there is~," he leans across the table. "You know what? I'm leaving. Thanks for the free water," I stand to leave. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't leave me," he grabs my arm. "Let go of me!" I try to shake free. "Dude, calm down. People are gonna think I'm trying to rape you or something." I stop and stare into his eyes. He smiles again. I sigh and sit back down.

"Thanks for not leaving," he lets go. I nod and roll my eyes. I really hope a lot of people didn't look over here; I don't wanna create a lot of attention towards us. I take a sip of my water while he clears his throat. "About your past. I'd like to know what happened," he says. "I don't wanna talk about that," I set the empty glass down. "Okay. Is it because you don't trust me?" he questions. I nod. "Okay. Well, what's your name?" "I don't have one." "You don't have one?" he taps his fingers on the table, "What is the one thing that you'd wanna do before you die?" "Before I die? Wait, where are you going with this?" "Just answer." I think about it and the image of the sea flows into my mind. "I've always wanted to be a sailor." "Why?" I shrug, "I don't know... Maybe because I've always liked water? When I was little, I used to go down to the pier to watch the fishermen and other people go out onto their boats. I always wanted my own boat." "You've always wanted to sail, huh, Sail?" I look up at him, "What?" "You're name is Sail." "You are not gonna call me that." "Yes I am." "Fine, you stupid bimbo." He smiles, "Nice to meet you, Sail. My name is Kit." "Kit? Who the hell calls their child Kit?" "Apparently my parents," he laughs a little. "Yea, sure," I roll my eyes.

He finishes his cocoa and stands. "Let's go." "Go where?" I stand, too. "My place. You could spend a few nights there until you find out where you wanna go." "You don't have to do that," I sling my backpack onto my back. "Yes I do have to. You took your time to talk to me." "Okay."

I follow him to an apartment building. It looks new with all its modern decor. He takes me up to door 41 on floor 4. "Here we are," he unlocks the door and swings it open. I follow him in. It's a big one room, one bath apartment with a loft. It all looks new, just like the outside. "Make yourself at home," he plops onto the couch. I set my bag down next to the door and sit on the other side of the couch. It's so comfy and I instantly sink down into it. "Nice place. It's a lot better than where I was." Flashbacks of the mental facility pops into my head. "Thanks," he turns on the huge flatscreen tv. I prop my head up with my arm and look out the window at all the lights. "How come it's so busy out there at this hour?" "Hm... Well... This city basically never sleeps. Some people sleep during the night and are up during the day, others sleep during the day and are up all night." "Okay."

I notice how heavy my eyelids feel. My body's telling me it wants to sleep. My head bobs a little and I can hear him chuckle. It's not funny. I'm tired as fuck from running. It's been a long time since I've walked this far and my body is finally telling me to stop. Before I know it, I'm asleep.

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I wake up, sprawled across the couch and something taped to my forehead. I rip it off and look at it. It's a note from Kit.

Hey, Sail. I just went down to the market at the square with a friend. You can look around and find something to do. I left a towel, washcloth, and a change of clothes for you in the bathroom. I should be back in an hour or two.
-Kit

I check the digital clock above the tv. It's 1:47 pm. I sigh and crumble up the note, throwing it away while heading to the bathroom. It would have been nice if he added what time he left. Now I don't know how much time I have to wait for him. Maybe I shouldn't wait. Actually, I should just leave. I'm probably gonna be a big burden to him and I'll drag him down with me. Maybe that's what he wants. He did tell me he knew that I have a troubling past. He's probably one of those people who like to experience pain.

I turn the handle for the water all the way, but nothing comes out. Does this guy seriously have no water? This guy lives in luxury, but has no fucking water? "The hell?" I hit the handle. Instantly, water starts spewing out of the shower head, making me jump. That was very unexpected. I lather up my hair with the shampoo he has and wash my body. It feels good to be able to wash myself again and not have that stupid whore touching me. I laugh to myself. I already forgot her name. I'm shit at names, well, except for Kit's, cuz it's pretty stupid. To be honest, I forgot what he named me. I know it was on that note he gave me, but it's just a blur.

After I turn off the water, I hear a door open and close along with two voices. One voice I know is Kit's, but the other I've never heard before. I go over to the door and press my ear up against it. A puddle of water starts to form under me from the water dripping off my body. "I'm gonna use your bathroom," the other voice says. It sounds pretty male to me. "Wait-," Kit says as the door opens. I stumble back and land on my ass. "Someone's in there," he trails off. I glare up at the guy with an angry look. He stares back down at me. We stay this way for a few moments, until he silently turns around and shuts the door behind him. The guy and Kit exchange some words. I stand and dry off. Their voices get a little loud, and not the friendly kind of loud. It sounds like the two are in an argument. I throw the towel on the floor and leave the puddles of water. This isn't my place so I don't have to clean it up. I put on an old pair of warn out boxers with sweat pants. The sweat pants are a little big on me, so they sag a bit, but not too much like those shits who think they're cool. Then I pull an old Romantic Chemicals t-shirt over my head.

I walk out of the bathroom and watch the two for a second. Kit has a frustrated face yet calm voice, while the other guy seems to be raging on. I'm guessing this is about me. "Fine!" the guy leaves, slamming the door behind him. Kit falls back onto the couch, trailing a hand through his hair and letting out a big sigh. "What was that about?" I ask. "Nothing. It's nothing," he gives me a reassuring smile. I don't understand why he's smiling. One second he's in a fight with some friend, then the next second he's smiling at me like an idiot. I don't understand this guy.

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A/N: As you can tell, I'm horribly bad at updating, especially on time. So sorry bout that. ;-;