A Novelist and a Homeboy

A Novelist and a Homeboy Ch. 1

My high school life of secretly being novelist ended when he came into my life. I hate what’s going on. I’m tired of this. I want to give up on everything so I planned on committing suicide. But I was thinking what will happen to the things that I will left? I will not be able to eat my favourite cookies and cream cake, play catch with kids, and especially, make my stories. I did not even say goodbye to my friends. Are they worried about me? I hope not. When I tried to get hit by a car, a handsome, rich-looking young man wearing luxurious outfit pushed me! We were both caught in the accident and taken to the hospital. He was unconscious but I was just left with bruises around my body. He had taken some injuries around his head and on his right arm. I felt pity for him. Is it because I should be the one who is in the critical state? This is my fault. If I have not committed suicide, things like this won’t happen. Now I’m starting to hate myself. A few hours later, he finally gained consciousness.

“You have come to.” I said with a worried face.

“Who are you?” the guy asked.

“…”

“Where am I?”

As I stay silent, our doctor arrives.

“Good thing you are already here doc.” I said. “Can you check on him?”

“Okay. We may need to run some tests and it will take some time” the doctor said. He was pulled out of the room in a rolling bed and taken for a CT scan.

After a few hours of examination, the doctor told me that he has amnesia. He only lost his memories but as what the doctor has observed, his intelligence is still present but lost all his past memories. I was totally shocked. My face filled with discontent and grimaced at the thought of having to be blamed for his amnesia. I do not know where he lives. He does not have an identification card, a phone, or anything that may help me know who he is. There is a possibility that it was destroyed in the accident a while ago. I have no choice but to bring him home. What a hassle.

Our faces look so funny. Our bodies are surrounded with bandages. We look like bandaged up mummies or the walking dead. I know that my description is a bit exaggerated but our looks really fit the role. I cannot help but giggle, thinking about this. On our way home, he started conversation.

“May I know your name Miss?” he asked politely.

“….I am Lillian.” I answered.

“Lillian. What a nice name.”

It really feels awkward starting a conversation with a stranger, so I ended it by ignoring him. At last, we reached my small dirty old house.  I’m living alone with no parental support. Studying and working as a novelist at the same time is a hassle. This is the reason why I wanted to commit suicide. I did not want to suffer anymore. My peaceful and quiet life has ended. That is why I’m a bit disappointed because I have been longing to die in that kind of scenario, but someone just barged in. How uncool.

“We are here.” I said as I show him around the house.

“Wow! Simple yet wide. Where is your family?” He asked with curiosity. “And you lack furniture Miss.”

I live alone after all. All I need is a bedroom with a television and laptop for educational use and a kitchen that has fresh meat and vegetables in it. I don’t want to spend my income just to pay for my housing, so I’m fine with this.

“I’ll entertain questions and tell the whole story of what happened to us later. Here, use my bedroom. I will be staying downstairs, so feel at home.”

“Thank you and I’m sorry for being such a freeloader Miss Lillian.”

“Stop with the honorifics and get familiar with this place already. You’ll be staying here until you regain your memories. I’m going downstairs so feel at home.”

“Okay I’m sorry.” He said with a down expression.

He really looked pitiful. I just hope his family started to look for him so I would not have to deal with him for too long.

While he is getting familiar with his new surroundings, he goes to the comfort room to check on his bruises.

“Who am I? No matter how many times I have tried to recall my memories, it only hurts my head. It is like I’m having a heavy migraine. I feel like dying because the headache is so painful. My right arm is fractured. What the hell happened?” he asked himself angrily.

He slides the window of the restroom upwards and stares at the peaceful aura of the night sky. The moon shines above him, dogs barking, cats fighting beside the yard, and a road covered in darkness below the restroom.

It is the evening now. I did not plan on having to have gotten this far in life. My life was supposed to have ended but it sadly has not. I should be working on my next book right now, but I shall persist on procrastinating.

I called him to come downstairs while I was finishing preparing our meal.

“Hey--!” I shouted, since he does not have a name.

“Yes Miss Lillia-?” He paused and continued “I mean, Lillian?”

“Come over here. We will start thinking of names for you. I don’t want to call you ‘hey’ the whole time you know."

“Yeah I know but I suck at giving names. Have you thought of any?” he asked.

“Let’s see…How about ‘Kai’?” I asked.

Of all origin, why Finnish? Kai means “rejoice” and I think it suits him. Not that bad right? I wonder if he likes it. We need to think about this very carefully after all.

“A Finnish name. Okay, I’m fine with it. From now on, call me Kai, Lillian.” He said with a smile.

It is like we are negotiating. He is a real genius. I did not expect him to know that kind of information but as what the doctor told me, he is a smart one.

“Then it is decided. Let’s fill our stomachs with these convenient store foods.”

“…”

“Why?” I curiously asked.

“Tomorrow, will you allow me to cook for you? Please make me your homeboy, Lillian. It is the least I can do for you, to repay you.”

“Do whatever you want.” I replied.

“Thank you!” he said ecstatically.

If my eyes were not fooling me, I believe I saw slightly transparent dog ears on his head as he said thank you. Maybe it is just me. I must be tired from having been in that accident.

I really don’t know how I am going to adjust to these sudden changes in my life, but I look forward to what will happen tomorrow.