We arrive at the park five minutes later. We realise that we don't actually have a ball.
"We could always go to my house, forge a card, get a ball and play basketball in my gym." suggets Akashi. My eye twitches. This always happens when I'm angry.
"WHAT?! YOU HAD A COURT AT YOUR HOUSE AND WE WASTED TIME COMING HERE?! NEXT TIME, SUGGEST PLANS BEFORE WE START!!" I was angry, pissed and annoyed. Breathing heavily, I turned to face Akashi. He looked... scared.
"I'm sorry. I was just a little angry." I apologised. His expression went blank.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't be sad. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry." I said, continuously.
♡♥*15 minutes of walking and apologising later*♡♥
I stared at the house.
"I..it's h...hu...huge." Could he seriously live here? I just... wow. It towered over Mount Everest. After avoiding his gaze for 15 minutes, I cautiously turned to face Akashi. Luckily, he'd calmed down.
"This way." He says, in a brisk businesslike tone. Yup, he's still mad. I suck at reading facial expressions.
"So, uh, shall we forge the card, then?" I say, attempting to be casual.
"Let's go."
*In the study*
Akashi flops down on a chair.
"Sit," he commands. I perch on the nearest chair politely. Hmmm, I think, do I still want to bunk with this guy? After some time, I come to a decision: No, I don't.
"What's the name of the doctor's surgery here?" asks Akashi.
"Um... Applebee Medical Centre."
"Telephone number, address and e-mail?"
"555-312, 367 Applebee Street and applebeemediacal@medicaltrust.net." [A/N: I have no idea of what details in America are like and I'm too lazy to search it up.] I have memorized these details to the character. Don't ask why. I had a messed up medical past.
"Opening and closing times?" Same as any normal medical centre, duh!
"Monday to Friday is eight to six, Saturday is twelve to three and it's closed on Sunday." That's everything on an appointment card.
"What about an appointment time? Oh yeah, who's it with?" Akashi really is detailed.
"Ten past nine with Doctor Mike Jhonson. Are you done now?" I say, irritated.
"Almost. Yep, done."
"Let's go play basketball!" Judging by the tone of Akashi's voice, I guess we're on good terms. At least I get to see how good he is.
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It'll Be Alright (Discontinued)
RandomSorry for randomly changing the title. I only changed it because 'Nightmare' has nothing to do with the actual plot. Heh.. I can't think of anything for this story.
