Into The Night

Ten

When Saturday came around, Niall and I headed out to the water early in the morning. Of course, we handled a few chores too like, feeding CM before we set on for the adventure.

"Why--is it raining?!" I complained. It was more of a complaint rather than a question anyways.

"Weather systems, Harry," Niall replied, laughing. I sat on the floor of the damned, really shaky boat and pray to God that I won't get tossed out.

Technically, it hasn't be raining, it's just plain sleet but I'm a bit worried that it might soil the game late on. I am both rather disappointed yet excited at the same time.

It's been so long since Niall and I had a game together. So later, regardless if we're in the same team or not, it'll be like the Hunger Games. We kill everyone and kill each other, that's the point, I wouldn't eat a nightlock for him.

I could see it too, the excitement flashing in his ocean-like eyes. It's easy to tell since I haven't seen it in a while and it's really fun to see it again.

Water splashes in our faces every so often. The wind that cannot be blocked by the ferry ride *cough* mini yacht *cough* was freezing yet I enjoyed every moment of it.

As much as I was living my life, Niall seemed to be the opposite right now. "Look," I sighed, "I've read about green Irish kids, but I never thought I'd see one now."

Niall punched me, not in the most friendly way. "Shut up curl-less wonder."

And so I did.

Once we arrived on land, I dragged Niall to a nearby coffee shop, telling him to order something. . . but really, I just want a place to rest my head.

I guess, he let me sleep for a moment because when I woke up, both our food are all wiped out -well, correction, mine still had a few bits here and there though I wouldn't exactly be interested in that. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and stretched a bit while bring seated. It feels nice to be inside a warm establishment after a cold voyage.

I sighed, "I'm hungry," I said, "I'm ordering more food, what do you want?"

Niall shrugged, laughing, "I'm full eating your food, mate."

"Kinda wished you finished it," I stood up and walked over to the counter since not every cafe consists of waiters and waitresses, now do they? I have ordered Mac and cheese, don't bloody ask me why, I've grown rather attached to it since it's my lunch the whole week.

I got back to our table after paying for my food and taking it, also glad that they didn't kick us out when I was asleep and started eating.

"How we doing?" I asked, then took a spoonful to my mouth.

"If we ride a bus, we should arrive at ten p.m.."

I nodded and kept eating, "Then?"

"Well, tomorrow we can get back in time for homeworks," He said, damn, the scholar side of him is still acting up!

I swallowed my food first, "Shizz, let school stuff handle for Monday."

"Harry, essays aren't easily made in ten minutes time," He said which is not true for me.

My eyebrows meet, "Watch me."

"French essays, you fool," He corrected.

Was that supposed to threaten me? "I will stand with what I said, 'watch me.'" And then I kept eating.

I've never been awful with French though I don't like talking that much in French. In my studies, I've been alright because I usually read ahead. . . the only subjects that I tend to have a bit lower grades on are the ones wherein I hate my teachers, right now I can tell there'd be a lot of them.