Him

Chapter 3: Rocket

            "H-How did y-you g-get in here? I t-thought I locked t-the door."

"You did."

"T-Then..." Yaran backed himself into a corner and repeatedly dialed Samson's number in desperation.

"Since I don't have a physical body, I'm able to penetrate walls. Locks are useless towards me."

"No f-fair."

"Yaran, may I ask you for a favor?"

"W-Why do you k-know my name?"

"First things first..."

"Huh?"

"Is it possible for you to stop stuttering like that? It's making my stunning eyes cross trying to distinguish what you are saying."

"A-Am I?"

"Yes, terribly."

"Oh. I'm," Yaran took in a deep breath and calmed down, "sorry."

"No apologies necessary. So, what did you want to ask me?"

"How did you know my name?"

"I have the power to read minds."

"Really?"

"No, I'm only pulling your leg." His laughter made the hairs on Yaran's body stand up. "I heard your housekeeper call you that earlier."

"He did?"

"Loud and clear."

"I didn't notice." Yaran caught on. "Hold on. How did he even know my name?"

"That kid is a smart one. Intelligence and good looks must run in his family." He uttered with a huge grin.

Yaran forced a smirk and continued to jab at the call button on his cell phone. "Samson, I beg you. Answer...answer...answer..."

As if his chanting paid off, his friend finally picked up. "Hello. What is it, Yaran ge? Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

With a hand shielding over his mouth and his phone, Yaran whispered, "Help."

"What's that?" Samson couldn't make out what Yaran was muttering. "Repeat that."

"Could you guys come over?"

"Now?"

Glimpsing up at the floating form smiling brightly at him, Yaran whimpered, "Yes."

"It's only 8:17 am. Do you miss us that much?"

"More than you think."

"Aiyoh!" Samson yelped and squirmed happily. "Stop tickling me with your toes."

"Then, come back to bed so that I could launch my rocket. It's time for liftoff. I'm fully equipped with missiles."

"Oh, if you insist."

"I insist," Jake voiced.

"Okay. Wait for me, ge." He made some kissing sounds causing Yaran to shiver uncontrollably from their corniness. "I'll call you later, Yaran ge. Bye!" The line immediately went dead.

"Hello? Samson? Geez! Isn't it too early for missile launches?" Yaran pointlessly complained into the phone.

"It's never too early...or late...for launching missiles," said the happy cloud presently situated beside him. "What are we doing today?"