Notes From The Underground

CHAPTER NINE

I wake up to her arm across me, her breath warm on my skin. I smile, taking her hand into mine and lacing our fingers together. I kissed her knuckles, smiling against them and pulling back. I did that a lot.  I kept my eyes shut, enjoying the moment as the sun rose, lighting up my bedroom. I opened my eyes eventually, looking over at her. The sun shone in, making her groan and open her eyes in annoyance at the brightness. I couldn't help but smile, she was pouting at me and grumbling angrily about the sun.

It was a school day, I remembered and instantly groaned with her. I was in no mood to go to school, but I really couldn't afford to miss any more days so I knew I was stuck going. I sat up, running my hand through my hair and letting out a small sigh, looking over at her and putting my hand on her hip slightly. She wiggled around annoyed still and fake glared at me, pouting still.

"You gotta get up, Ken." I told her and she whined loudly, wiggling around again and rolling over on her back, huffing.

"I don't wanna." She said.

"We have school, you don't have much choice." I chuckled, patting her thigh slightly.

"How about you go to school, and I'll stay here." She wiggled her eyebrows at me, smiling as she jokingly tried to convince me.

"You can't stay here you gotta get up too you bitch." I laughed softly, standing up and pulling on the nearest pair of jeans.

"I wanna sleep in."

"People in hell want ice water."

"Good point." She relented with a laugh, sitting up and making grabby hands at me.

"What do you want?" I asked softly.

"I need clothes."

"I can give you a shirt?" I offered, smiling slightly and admiring her bedhead. I still have no idea how her hair got that fucked up in her sleep, but each time I saw it I was just as amazed as the first time.

"I need pants and underwear too." She complained, pouting once more. She was almost like a toddler, but it didn't annoy me when she did it like it did when kids did it.

"How about I give you a shirt, some basketball shorts, and you just go without underwear for a singular day?" I held up one finger, convincing her so I could avoid going to her house since according to my phone we were already going to be very late to the bus stop.

"Alright. But make me some coffee too."

"Anything for you, milady." I smirked ironically and left the room, going to my kitchen to put on a pot of coffee after throwing a shirt and some black shorts to her.

I stood in the kitchen, watching the stupid coffee pot slowly fill up and smiling goofy to myself. This is one of the first times I had ever gotten the honor of waking up next to her in my bed, and something about it felt like it's where I'm supposed to be at in life. I almost didn't trust it, it was almost too good to be true. But hearing her whine from down the hall for her coffee, made me realize it was definitely not a dream. This was my reality, and it made me happy.

Right now, I'm right where I want to be. It fucks me up but it feels so good, and I'm in love with right now. I'm living for the moment lately, trying not to worry about the future. Of course it comes into play a lot with me, but I'm avoiding it as best as possible. In the immediate moment everything was going well. I need to slow down, live for the moment, whether I wind up heaven or hell bound in the end. Maybe if I believe hard enough I could live forever, but it's unlikely.

Everybody to a certain degree wants to live forever, and to make the most out of their life while they can because we can't do so. If I had the chance to live forever, it would mostly be so I could see the world crash and burn around itself from it's own doing. This is who I am, and with everyone letting go I do it with both hands. I just want a life I will remember, since I can't stick around till the end of time.