As I sadly sat freezing on the couch waiting for James to come back, my poor teeth were chattering uncontrollably.
"James!!!" I shouted out as I was freezing to death and dripping wet over here. "Where on earth are you?!" I carried on.
"Yeah! I'm coming!"
10 centuries later, he came back to the sofa I was on, which was near the front door, with some of my clothes and towels. Sarcasm intended.
"Here, Your Majesty."
I thanked him and endured to the nearest bathroom to take a shower.
As I was under the shower head that was pouring relaxing warm water, I opined about the replay of my sad, sad birthday party. Talk about sad. Haha.
I genuinely wish that I'd just celebrated with Gramps, Uncle, Jane, and James.
Shoot. Did I just say James? Oh dear.
I rinsed my hair and put on my clothes, then exited out.
Then I was shocked, jaw slacked, eyes wide open, when I saw James sitting on the kitchen counter with a lung-killing-stick. A cigarette
"You! Uh! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" I nearly yelles as I got near him.
"Killed?"
"This," I gestured randomly in the air. "Thing that is-" I break up. "Ugh! You know what, never mind."
He chuckled. "I knew it. I know you hate cigarettes." He articulated it like he knew it all this time.
"Yes. And I didn't know you smoked! For crying out loud!" I exclaimed.
"Never lit one."
I looked at him, like he had gone dotty.
He sighed, but still went forward, "Relax. This one isn't mine. I found it in the kitchen cabinet. I think it was your dad's."
"Seriously?" I said.
"Yes."
"Good. I thought you desired to have cancer or something." I said after I recovered from thinking he was crazy.
I suddenly thought of aunt Jane.
Aunt Jane is someone you could call your fairy god mother. She was like my 2nd mom, and then cancer took her off.
Malignant neoplastic disease is such a b-word.
"Oh Alex, I wonder how'd you survive without me." He said studying my facial expressions
"Yeah. Get lost."
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"Hey, craphead! You should get going! It's getting-late-o'-clock" I hissed at him.
"Yes, I know, but you don't have anyone with you right now and then I'll just stay here with you, and protect you until then. Alexandria Antoinette, some serial killer or an ax murderer might surprisingly just knock on your door anytime!" He explained.
"Alexandria Antoinette? Really?" I inquired.
"Yes, capital 'R' really."
"You sound like a girl."
He scoffed and said, "I sound like a young lady? Am I not manly enough for you?"
Men and their pride.
"The answer had always been "yes"."
He scoffed and turned aside.
After a few minutes, I asked him, "What time is it?"
"Hmmm.." he looked at his watch and continued, "10:47 pm."
"Oh, that's nice." I sighed. "You should really get home."
"I am not going home."
I raised my eyebrow, challenging him.
"You seem like you're gonna have a flu."
"And why is that?"
"Duh. Rain, plus you not taking a shower immediately, equals that." he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the cosmos.
"Of course I know that."
FAST FORWARD
"James, could you please turn off the air-con." I weakly said.
"Okay." He continued, "Do you want to go to your room?"
"How about no."
"Why?"
"I don't want to."
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