Strange and Unknown

Nitsua (Part 1)

|March 4, 2017|

Erin's POV:

      I wake up to see an amazing sight after looking out my window. Well, more like disturbing.

     Outside my door, is someone I never thought I would see. Especially at my front door. It's Cliste. Cliste Tran. Sleeping soundly on the doormat. How he got here, I have no clue. It's strange, but at the same time, I don't care. I missed him, AS A FRIEND. Don't think anything else of it. (Ducky: Sureeee :D).

     I wonder how I would explain this to my parents. Luckily, my parents weren't home, since it was a Saturday and they had overtime. "Hey mom, my friend from far away is sleeping on our doorstep, you mind?" Nah, that wouldn't work. I collapse onto the floor, placing a hand on my forehead. Ok, I'm not sick. I bite my tongue. "Ouch!" I yelp. That hurt! So I'm not dreaming. This has got to my the weirdest day of my entire life. Maybe I should wake him up. Yeah, that seems to be a good idea. Standing up, I almost kick his body trying to walk. Of course he moved while I was thinking. Actually, since I almost kicked him...

     "EY CLISTE WAKE UP," I yell, kicking him. He snorts and then groggily opens his eyes. "Ouch, where am I?" he asks, lifting his head off the ground, his hair dirty and filled sweat. Ew.

     "Am I dead? Ouch," he groans, lifting his head.

     "How many fingers am I sticking up?" I say, holding up three fingers.

     "Three. Wait, is that Erin?"

     "Could be," I shrug, "also, you stink, go take a bath, we have something called showers you know."

     "Yeah I know, but seriously, are you Erin or not?"

     "Yes, good to you see too, NOW GO TAKE A BATH."

     "Alright jeez," he says, getting up and walking inside my house.

     "Where's the-"

     "Upstairs, take a right."

     "Oh cool. Thanks."

     When I see walking upstairs, I close the door, and sigh. I have a boy, taking a shower in my house. I think I'm crazy. Maybe we're both crazy. Ok, I know I wanted an interesting life, but, I think this is a litte much. I gotta clear my mind. I open all the windows in the living room and sit on the couch, in front of the black TV. Grabbing the remote on the table, I turn it on, skipping around channels for a while. Harry Pot Er? Nah, I'd rather read the book. The Maze Dasher. No good, the MC is boring. Gravity Drops? I'll watch it, I need to catch up anyways.

     Around 10 minutes later, I hear the door open upstairs.

     "Hey, do you know where my bag is? I left it on the doormat, I think."

     "I'll go check for it.

     "I fling myself off the couch, and turn off the TV. I open the door, and look outside, locating the bag within an instant, and grabbing it, with something white falling out. Out of curiousity, I pick it up and read at the carefully written letters that look like they came from the Dark Ages. I didn't know he was into role play. I bring the note closer to my eyes, and read "Dear, Cliste," before getting interrupted by Cliste yelling, "Did you find it?"

     "Yeah, I'll leave it outside the bathroom door. CLOSE IT."

     "You don't wanna see my smexy bo-?"

     "CLOSE THE D^MN DOOR IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU."

     "Yes sir."

     "Good," I say, shoving the note into my pocket and running up the stairs, turning right, and luckily, the door was closed, and leaving the bag outside the door, before backing away quickly. Who'd want to see Cliste naked? Last time I remember seeing him, he was still a shrimp. I guess he would mature in the time I was away, but I don't wanna know what happened.