The Window Thing

Why?

Evelyn's POV (thought I'd give Hunter a break)

7:00. "Evelyn, honey! You have to wake up or you'll be late for school." I swear I could hear a mumbled 'again' at the end of my mother's sentence. I rolled over, not wanting to leave my cocoon of comfort and warmth. A part of me thought that if I just sank into my bed far enough, the idea and responsibility of school would simply leave me be but, of course, that was illogical thinking. It's Wednesday. I've made it half way through the week, I'm sure I can finish it without trying to convince my parents I had contacted some sort of disease. I was running out of illnesses that seemed plausible anyways.

As I yawned, I extended my arms sideways. As I wasn't expecting anything but air and dust to be accompanying me in my room, I wasn't...shy with the amount of force I used to thrust my arms outwards. My right fist was met with soft, warm flesh. Shocked by the fact someone else was in my bed, I gasped. It's funny, moments earlier moving my body out from underneath my cotton duvet seemed near impossible but place a potential stranger right next to me? It seems to do the trick. Forget pouring cold water on my head, I believe this would be more effective.

Whilst I was trying to calm down, the figure began to whine in what I could make out to be as pain. I tilted my head to the side slightly, trying to see if I could determine who the agonised moans belonged too. I jumped when they spoke, "Good morning to you too." Are you actually serious right now? I stepped towards the side of the bed and pounced on the victim of my routine yawn. I pinned their arms to the bed and made it so they couldn't run for the window if they wanted to. They beamed up at me, wincing slightly. Isn't this a sight to wake up to...and smack in the jaw. I rolled to the right, landing softly on the other side of the bed.

"I'm sorry about," I motioned towards their jaw, which was now red where my curled fist made contact, "that." Smiling, I hoped they wouldn't be too mad. However, I would be pretty pissed if someone just knocked me in the lower area of my face, accident or not.

"All goods, Eve." The boy held his hand just above the affected area. Probably hurt to touch. Maybe I'm just building myself up and the hit wasn't too bad. "You've pack one hell of a punch though." I couldn't help but laugh, quickly stopping myself realising we had to get ready for school.

If I send him home, he'll be late for school and I mean...that sucks but I don't have anything for him to wear and I'm sure he doesn't want to wear his pajamas to school but...they don't even look like clothes you'd sleep in. He could shower and then he'd be fine.

"We should probably get ready for a thing called hell." I remarked.

"I believe you mean school." He said matter-of-factly.

"Whatever." I shook my head jokingly.

As I was grabbing my desired clothes for the day ahead, a thought occurred to me. Hunter's never stayed this long before, he's always gone by at least six. But, why? Might as well ask, couldn't do any harm, right?

"Hey, Hunter?" I began. I caught his attention just before he left to walk to the bathroom.

"Mm?" He popped his head just past my doorframe, somewhat keen to hear what I had to say.

"I'm not complaining or anything, like it's completely fine," Wouldn't have been if your Mum actually walked into your room, "but why did you stay longer than usual?" He paused, eyes darting around the room. Frantic. He was worried but, why? Silence followed my inquiry and I was sure it was going to push it right outside my bedroom door but then he answered, if you could call it that.

"I don't know."

"Oh, okay. Sorry." I managed a strained smile. I was worried but I'm sure it wasn't anything serious. If anything else happened, I'd look into it further. Until then, I decided to focus on making it through this week of school.