Chapter Six : Hanging Out

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I woke up with half of my eyes still closed; still a bit sleepy and too lazy to rise up and leave this soft, comfortable bed. I could stay like this forever; but I thought I should get up because it was already late in the morning and I was not wrong. My bedside clock told me it was fifteen minutes before ten o'clock. I grabbed my iPod on top of my bedside table, plugged in my earphones and scanned my playlist. I need to hear a song that would jolt my senses wide awake. I chose Noise & Kisses by The Used and listened to it for awhile as I slowly became aroused.

After a few stretching and yawning I finally had the strength to climb out of my bed and went to the bathroom. There I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I changed into more comfortable clothes; those that would not make me feel a lot warmer because of the hot weather. It is one of the things that I have to get used to.

The whole place is extremely quiet as I went down the stairs. I guess mom and Aunt Ingrid have gone to the spice shop and I am left alone. I am used with this; back in my old home I am always left alone.

I went straight to the kitchen and found a note lying on the dining table that says,

Made you some breakfast, stuff yourself up. We didn't wake you up because you're sleeping so soundly. :)

-Aunt Ingrid

I smiled and saw that there's breakfast made up of eggs, hot dogs and fried rice on the dinner table. I heard my stomach growl and I immediately took a plate and utensils. I started eating making sure I would stuff myself up as per Aunt Ingrid's orders.

I almost consumed all of the food but I am glad I didn't. I am already full and my stomach seemed a little bloated now and it is a little difficult for me to breathe. Hello, gluttony! No, I'm just hungry.

Right after I washed the dishes I started thinking about what to do for the rest of the day. The house itself seemed clean and everything is tidy so there is no cleaning for me. Good. I scanned the living room and saw something that made my eyes glimmer. I thought it was just an end table at first, but when I looked at it more closely I realized it was an amp. I let out a huge grin.

I felt my fingers itching to strum guitar chords so I hurried to my room and took my Wolfgang Peavey and went back downstairs. I plugged it in the amp and started strumming. I played Chevelle's The Red and I close my eyes as I sing and play the guitar all at the same time. I was about to play another song but then I heard the door bell ring. I stood up and walked towards the door to see who it is.

Good thing Aunt Ingrid's door has a peephole so I checked first whoever is outside before opening. I let out a faint gasp as I saw that it was the boy from yesterday. He was standing right in front of the doorstep wearing his quirky smile.

Oh c'mon.. I almost groaned. He pressed again the doorbell and waited patiently with a wide grin on his face. He looks excited. Jeez.. I studied him from the other side of the door and watched his movements. He seemed normal enough, but why does he keep on showing up? It is pretty weird.

Well, Arya. Should you or should you not let this peculiar boy enter the house? Remember, you're alone..

"What the heck. I'm going to let him in. I'm bored." I mumbled before I could open the door and pretend I haven't been looking at him from the peephole a few minutes ago.

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