Two Different Worlds

Chapter 4

I sat on my bed, "I don't even know why I brought you up here."

He sat on the chair in front of me, "I could tell you could use a company."

"I'm used to being home alone. Company is not necessary for me in this house." I told him, laughing. I kicked the leg of the chair.

He just shrugged and looked down. We were silent for a little while.

"They moved to Osaka." I muttered. Keeping my voice low.

In the corner of my eye, I saw him move his head. He turned to look at me, he was confused.

"My parents," I tell him, "They don't live here anymore."
"They," he paused for awhile, not moving, just fixing his eyes on me. He opened his mouth and said, "They left you too?"

"No!" I laughed and shook my head. "They didn't really leave me. It was my decision to stay here." I added.

He stayed silent and waited for me to continue my words.

"I was supposed to live with them but I didn't want to go and settle for a new life so here I am." I said, "And besides, I still have Margot with me."

"Yeah, you two look inseparable."
I laughed. He was telling the truth. Margot and I are truly inseparable. We've been the best of friends since we were kids.

"Why are we always talking about families?" I asked and suspiciously pointed my index finger at him.
"I don't know." He laughed. "What time is it?" He added.

"It's almost 10:30."

He just nodded. I started to worry about the awkward atmosphere that is beginning to occur between the two of us. I don't even know why.

"You know, you've got lots of boyish stuffs up here." He mentioned as his eyes wondered around my room. He walked towards the table across my bed.

"You know what, I like your room!" He said, amused.

You know what, I'm glad you're killing the awkwardness.

He continued speaking, "Why do you have these?" He pointed at the hot wheels collection that I own. They are organized in one place. You might even think that I have a brother, but I don't.

"I just like them."

"Are you even a girl?" He asked suspiciously but he was laughing.

"And you collect anime figures?" His eyes widened even more. "We like the same stuffs! Unbelievable!"

"Yeah, I guess we like the same kinds of stuffs. I play computer games, video games and this and that. You'll be amazed." I told him, shyly.

He chuckled, "I'm already amazed. Wow."

"At least I have those." I then brought his attention to the mini bookshelf placed nearby the window. I walked right straight to it and opened some of my books.

"Oh. That's a lot." He uttered.
"Yeah. I have always loved reading, ever since I was a kid."

"I like reading but I'm not obsessed with books or with fictional characters." He joked.

"I'm not obsessed!" I defended myself.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." He smirked.

He looked through my books, "You don't read romance or something?" He noticed. "You're into fictitious literature."

"Yeah. More on fantasy."

"And magic." He said it like he was almost asking. "I don't seem to notice some romantic novels or sweet flicks here. You know, like To All The Boys I've Loved Before or maybe like Eleanor and Park or Fangirl." He added.