A Lighter and a Flashlight

Homesick

Seven's POV

We decided the best course of action was to sneak downstairs in the elevator, hiding when we made it down. This would let us avoid the chef who was blocking our escape through the bathroom; not that it was ideal to return out that way.

We leisurely walked down the hallway, knowing time was on our side. If he struggled getting out of bed, he should be a while in the bathroom. I grimaced at the thought of him in the bathroom, pushing it out of my head before I thought up something I didn't want to see.

I tried to focus on something else, not letting my mind wander back to that disgusting idea.

Six, she's pretty, I could go on about her for days, but it probably wasn't a good idea to think about her too much, no matter how nice it was.

If I wanted to get over my crush on her, I'd have to stop obsessing over her sometime.

Why not start now?

This key sure is annoying to carry...

The weight of the key was off-putting, while it was not too heavy, it didn't feel natural to carry around. Well, at least Six doesn't have to lug this thing around...

I smiled at the thought, I was doing Six a favor, the thought of lightening her load silenced my complaints; she owed me too! I smirked mischievously at the notion,

I wonder what I'll have her do...

The sinister plots for my friend began to brew in my mind, as I imagined countless way to embarrass her, I can, no... That won't work, maybe I can use this as leverage...

And I'm back to thinking about Six again, great going me...

I snuck a peak over at Six, surprised when we met gazes; she blushed, turning away. Her short hair - tangled from lack of being brushed recently, I missed our hair brushing sessions - flying out in an arc from her sudden turn.

It came to a rest, leaving me looking at the back of her head. Her hair glistened with a lovely sheen, catching the low light of the room - creating a lovely contrast of color in her dark hair.

A few loose knots were left, her hair rustled up in frustratingly simple puffy tufts at the back of her neck. I couldn't help but focus on the tangles, I really wanted to straighten out her hair now.

I knew it was unnecessary, but I couldn't help myself. They were simple, it would only take a second, I reassured myself.

I stopped in front of the elevator, and noticing the absence of my presence at her side, Six turned back to me.

"Something up?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, in a way I found incredibly adorable.

These kinds of thoughts really weren't helping me get rid of my crush. Is sighed to myself, earning a concerned look from Six, she stepped forward.

"O-oh," I violently waved my hands out in front of myself, "sorry, i-its nothing big actually. Well the sigh was at least. The huge, life-changing issue happening behind you is no sighing matter."

Six frantically looked over her shoulder at the elevator, then gave me a confused glance. She walked up to me, almost flush, her nose level with my shoulders. She looked up at me feeling my forehead, "Are you... ok?"

I laughed at her skepticism.

"Hey!" she moved back a little, pouting indignantly; I noticed her warmth fade with distance, "It was a valid question! You were being all weird!"