Creation L.H

Chapter Five

"What is he suppose to be doing?" Luke asked curiously examining the boy on the television that was doing the robot. I took a bite of my extra chesse peperoni pizza as we lounged on the couch. There was only a small space seperating us since he kept moving towards me and I kept moving away from him ever so slightly that he hadn't seemed to notice during the moive we were watching which was Step Up 3.

I tried to hold back from choking on the pizza, realizing that what the boy in the movie was doing was what Luke happened to be. It wasn't like we were okay I still hated him with a passion but we were talking somewhat. For three hours we've been watching tv and he's been wearily watching me eat pizza after pizza.

Four boxes turned into three, then two and eventually one which I've been munching on somewhat. It wasn't my fault I had an empty stomach I got it from my dad who happened to be a bottomless pit like me.

"Umm that's The Robot." I told him looking down, he let out an unhuman noise as I peeked up at him.

"That is so steriotypical. I don't dance like that. I might be a robot but that doesn't mean I dance like an idiot. I have my own style it might have got programmed into me but that doesn't mean I don't got moves." He spat clearly irritated by this revilation. My mouth dropped opened surprised at what he had said. In ways it seemed like he was a ticking time bomb and exploded at the slightest intervals. It scared me to a point but I kept it contained as I noddded understandingly so I wouldn't upset him anymore than he clearly already was.

What I was surprised about the most was the big words he used in his small rant I knew he was a robot but I didn't know he knew some of the big words like 'programmed' and 'steriotypical' and 'idiot'. Maybe he wasn't just a hard interior tin can, but then again he could be used as a calculator as what dad had probably installed in him.

"Looks like someone is a moody robot." I joked innocently munching on the crust. He scoffed at my words shaking his head irritatedly.

"Robot." He said with so much evident hatred and self disgust that I looked at him confused on why he would say it like that.

"Why did you say robot like that?" I asked curiously sitting straighter on the couch, my eyebrow raised.

"It's the way you say it, and I realized I don't want to be a robot if you don't like them. I want to be human with you." He answered honestly, I felt a little bad at that. No one should hate themselves for how they are, but than again he wasn't techniqually human.

I tried to be as apologetic as I could for his benefit, right now I was alone with him and if my dad would be out for four more hours then I would have to be as polite as I could to not set him on edge. I took a deep breath as I made sure the words were soft and sweet as they left my lips.

"I'm sorry about that." The words were like fire on my tongue and if the literal since of the words "pants on fire" were true my pants would burst into flames at this moment and taking me to a firey death so I wouldn't have to deal with trying to be nice to this metal interior person.

"I'll forgive you for a kiss." He tried to make a deal with me, disgust and pity boiled in the pit of my stomach because all I would feel is his rubbery like skin under my lips, and because he thought that he had a chance with me. It wasn't such a good stomach turner realizing that under his skin all there was was metal and cords, nothing more.

"I can't Luke," I saw his smile fall and I had to restate my answer. "ah only because it's the second night. I don't kiss on the second night." I told him flirtingly giving him a wink, that seemed to make his spirits perk back up, and I mentally sighed in relief. I couldn't kiss him though, ever. It just wouldn't be fair to either of us and I would more than likely hate myself afterwards.