DJWiFi

Akumatized AGAIN

They entered her room. She jumped on him almost immediately, crushing him in an emotional hug.

"How long have we been hugging?"

"About four minutes thirty seven seconds... thirty eight... nine..."

"Shut up!" She hugged him again.

"How long now?"

"Two minutes fifteen... sixteen..." seven... I think we should probably stop now. You said you wanted to talk about something?" She let go slowly.

"I did? Really? What was it?" He facepalmed.

"Alya."

"Okay, okay. I... may have lied." He rose an eyebrow.

"You mean... aww! You just wanted to spend time with me!"

"I... what?! I did not!"

"Did too Wifi! I'm touched that you would think so highly of me-"

"SHUT UP!!"

"You didn't say I was wrong."

"Whatever." She blushed and turned away. He rolled his eyes, grinning playfully.

"Fine Alya I'm sorry."

"... let's play a game!"

"What game?"

"Truth or Truth!"

"Uh... yeah... no thanks."

"'Come on DJ, please! I'm bored!"

"Then use the internet Wifi."

"Oh go wash yourself bubble boy." He smirked.

"You know what I wanna say, don't you?"

"Don-"

"Wanna join me?"

"ARGH! We're playing it and that's final. First question, what do you wanna be when you grow up and why?"

"The calm before the storm."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." He knew Alya thought him as a really mysterious smoking hot guy. He didn't blame her for the hot part but he wasn't ready for her to find out about his past just yet. "I wanna be a DJ." She rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I enjoy it."

"Any other reason?"

"You really like getting into people's business don't you?"

"A reporters work is never done. Now," she held an imaginary microphone to his face. He chuckled. "Talk."

"The other reason I want to do it is so I can help my brother... well help him have a better life. I want his life to be better than mine. You know that song, Rockabye? You know Clean Badit, Sean Paul, Anne-Marie? Yeah... that's more or less out relationship. He's the only person I've ever really..." he trailed off, realising he had already said too much. She didn't seem to notice though, soaking it all in.

"Wait... does that mean... uh... I..."

"I'm not actually his dad or anything. He's the son of one of those useless sluts my dad messes around with. He sucks. And well, I don't know who my mom is so..." He sucked in breath, realising he had told her more than he had planned to. He shook it off, shielding his emotions with a grin. "I do imagine her as a funky black chick with an afro for some reason though."  They both laughed.

"Second,-"

"Amn't I supposed to get a question?"

"Hmm... lemme th- nope. Anyway, your age."