Troublemakers

14

It's weekend, for certain a weekend. Waking up to sore all over my body like a grandma. I'm more than worn out. Absolutely wasted from meeting the two devils. No arguments over that.

I haul my restless feet down the stairs to meet the love of my life to regain my conciousness. Of course, my lovely mac and cheese on a bowl, what else. Afterwards, I go back upstairs to make a call.

"Hi," I say.

"What?" Very friendly.

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere. Why?" I hear some bustling noises in the background.

"Outside of house?"

"Yeah, so make it quick. I'm busy."

"Alright, businessman. Let's do the project."

"No. Why should I?"

"You promised the whole class including the teacher, spy!" I gape undeniably.

"I mean it's still in two weeks." He must've rolled his eyes.

"Oh. But you also promised me for lessons during weekend."

"I promised nothing. Why you always remember the useless stuff anyway," he sighs.

"At least I remember something," I announce like a champion. "Either way, the faster the better?" I grin nonetheless, whether he sees it or not.

"You just really have nothing to do, huh?"

"Ha. Ha. No. ... Yes." I hear the other end of the call snickers. "So, are you free today?"

"Where do you want to do it?"

"Your place if you're that busy or-"

"Okay. What time?"

"Umm.. Some time after lunch?"

"Wait, nevermind. How about afternoon?"

"Sure, no problem. Sounds good to me."

"Okay, I'll call you again later." He hangs up. I would say, indigenous enough of him. It's just deep within himself ya know. But at least I get what I want, though not fully. Stupid me.

To Vincent: Hey, address?

Now, a little unlikely of him. It should've buzzed right away. But he did say he's busy. Not my fault or anything. After five minutes of waiting, I put away my phone. I do another assignment before reading time. I read the novel I have yet to read because of everything that happens from day one of moving house till now. Delayed enough, my poor baby.

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"Nine times nine equals to eighty-one, nine times eight equals to seventy-two.....five times five equals to-"

"Great to know you pass the elementary level legally." Vincent sat beside me on the stairs.

"I'm not that dumb." I huff. At last, he appears with his favourite black hoodie. Okay, a little dizzy from the counts.

"Yeah, sure," he clicks his tongue. "Come on." He stands up and stretches his arm. I grab it and off we go. If the cupcake shop is a just a few meters from the main road, his house is like octuple deeper. I mean, not that far, is it? Except lots of left and right into the alley as trees of oaks starts to come in sight. No wonder he holds my hand. I really might be lost. The 'neighbourhood' does look lovely under the sunshine, but I bet it'll be a little creepy by night. Because unlike the neighbouring houses in my own neighbourhood, the houses here are quite desolated and unique from one another.