Eyes

Desirée

April 2- Day 2A

    I suddenly wake up on the couch. I look around the room. The brightness of the sun shines still through my curtains. "Why do I have curtains then," I ask myself. I slowly sit up, and think about what has happened.

"Ugh..... I feel disgusting."

I look around the room. On the coffee table, right in front of my couch, seems to be an empty cup of ramen. I guess I fell asleep before I could put it away. I sit up, and suddenly remember all the recent events.

"That freaking girl.....," I say while putting my hand on my head in attempt to comfort the pain.

I think while sitting on the couch. Why did I say good night? As if I knew her. I suppose it was just a natural reflex. I think of a few more thoughts before I get up. But before I can do that, I suddenly hear a loud noise coming towards me.

"GOOOOOOOOOD MORNINGGGGGGG!!!!"

My eyes widen at the noise, and I search around my room to see the origin of it.

"I'm right here."

I turn around, and see the same exact girl that laid in my bed. She stands right in front of me, with her face, at bit further than an inch away. Her eyes seemed a bit more lively. Was she that tired?

"Yo, quit dreaming."

"Huh?" I snap out of my thoughts.

"You're very rude Mister. You never said good morning back." She gives me a face as if she's about to cry.

"Uh, sorry. Morning," I answer uncomfortably.

She suddenly closes her eyes, tilts her head, and smiles all simultaneously.

"Um, ok. Anyways, as promised, I'll call your parents." I get up from my couch and look for my phone.

"Absolutely not."

I turn around and see the girl giving me a disapproving look.

"Well, you need to get home. I'm not just going to let a little girl stay in my home. Your parents are probably worried sick about you."

"Do you really care?" The girl looks me in the eyes, as if she knew I wouldn't.

"No, not really. I just want you out of my house." I turn around and proceed dialing the police.

"And I'm not even a little girl."

I turn around, mildly shocked about her sudden comment. She gives a stubborn frown on her face, and turns around, facing against me.

"Whatever you say......" I look down at my phone, and proceed once again. I look up at her to see if she gives any type of approval, and I surprisingly see her look at me.......but only for a second. "I'm gonna call."

"Yeah, sure you are."

"You're trying to be smart with me, aren't you?" I press on the call button, and the phone begins dialing.

"Wait! No, no, no." She takes my phone, and quickly ends the call.

"What the hell? You don't want to go home?"

"I'm not a child. I can certainly be wherever I want, whenever I want."

"But you certainly can't be in my house."

She draws back, just a little bit after that retort.

"What? You think I'm gonna let a 10 year old stay in my house?"