All's Fair In Love and Roommates

Chapter Nine

Chapter 9
Gon POV

We were currently on the last boat towards whale island and my stomach was twisting into endless knots. I don't know why I was so nervous, it wasn't like I hadn't ever had friends over during the holiday. But, for some reason, everything with Killua was different, a little bit more of the teetering on the edge of a cliff kind of a feel, and I liked it.

Killua was leaning over the edge of the boat, just hanging loose, hair blow back and out of his face, creating a halo, and his face was graced with a smile of total content.

How is he so cute?

I mentally slapping myself, reprimanding for even thinking that and take the spot beside him.
"You know, if we happened to hit a rough patch, you could fall overboard," I quipped at him, only earning a glance out of the corner of his eye.

"I highly doubt it, with such calm weather," Killua replied before standing up a stretching. He then looked over at me and smiled slightly. "Besides, if I did fall over, I'm sure you'd come to my rescue."

My heart clenched, but I ignored it and laughed. "So, you've dropped your murder theory."

He only hummed in confirmation before starting to knock some sort of beat on the edge of the boat, humming quietly along as if to carry out the underlying notes that I wouldn't have known were there. My thoughts were instantly drawn to the night that he got defensive when I asked him to sing for me. I tried not the think about it, just brushing it off as him being embarrassed about his singing, whether good or bad. But it seemed like it was more than just embarrassment.

I considered asking, but then backed off when Killua stopped what he was doing and looked over to the front of the boat. "Is that the famous Whale Island?"

I turned my attention over to the island and smiled, before nodding. "Yep. That's it."

"It looks more like half of a chicken wing," Killua chuckled and I laughed right along with him.

"I suppose. I still side with the idea of it being a cartoon whale. But it wasn't named due to the fact it looks like a whale," I informed him, walking towards the entrance to the haul of the boat.

"Hmm, then old wise man, why is it called Whale Island?" I glared at him for calling me old but he only snickered in response.

"Well," I opened the door, and he entered in before me. "It's called Whale Island because it used to be a huge Whaling spot. Whale's used to migrate here before they realized that this place wasn't safe for them anymore."

Killua nodded, "A simplistic response."

I elbowed him for teasing me and he laughed a little bit more, and I couldn't help but smile at the squeakiness of his laugh.

Too cute.

"So, what side of the island do you live on?" Killua said as we entered our room, grabbing our things.

"The opposite side. It's really cool. Kinda secluded and all, but really pretty."

Quiet for a second, he sat down on his bed and leaned back on his hands. "So, am I to assume that, due to the fact that this place seemed to be unbelievably old that we'll be walking to your house?"

I opened my mouth to respond when I finally looked up to see the expression that Killua was making and it was less than happy. "Yes," I mumbled which earned an exasperated sigh and the sound of bedsprings. Killua was now lying down on his bed, arms spread wide, and staring up at the ceiling.