The Lullaby of No Colour [New]

24 - Hey Siri

Naomi -

"Siri, how do I politely ask someone to have sex with me, so I stop being in pain." My brother snatches my phone from he once I had asked the question, and I groan.

"Noooo, I was using that!" I plead, but he responds by sitting on me. "Fatass."

"You can't just say, 'oo wee, I'm gonna go impregnate the girl I had one date with so I don't feel like dying,' That's not how it works!" He responds, rolling over me and plopping beside me on the chocolate wrapper covered bed.

"Why not, why can't it work like that?" I ask, furrowing my brows and scrunching my nose in distaste. Is it so hard not wanting to be in pain? Really? It's just sex, nearly anyone can do some variation of it anyways.

"Because, I don't know, it doesn't seem like the type of thing you just do," He says, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

"Welllll, you're ace, of course it doesn't seem like something you just do." I retort, poking his ribs and chuckling. He laughs back, but doesn't say much of anything. He was deep in thought, and I had to stop myself from peering. Bad Naomi. Looking at people's memories and thoughts is bAD.

"Ask her."

"What?" I ask, his sudden comment rocking me.

"I mean, the best way is to text and ask her, just activate the command with yo finger pad." I shift nervously, pad in hand. Yeah, I could do that.

Hey, Yuki. Guess we're uh, matched. Listen, this shit hurts. Can we just,,, fuck.

Yeah no, I actually can't do this. Carter takes the device, and I feel him press send, my mouth agape.

"THAT WAS THE WORST WAY TO WORD IT, WHY DID YOU SEND THAT," I say, panicking. It was funny, yes, but oh my god, what if she says no.

"I DON'T KNOW, IT WAS IMPULSIVE, OH MY GOD. NOW WHAT," He says in response, and I shake. Fucking-

"I-I guess we wait??" I ask, unsure of what else to say. We sit in silence for a few minutes, and the petite device buzzes. I quickly check, nervous. Clicking the round audio button, clearly marked for my soft fingertips, a nervous familiar voice rings in my ears.

"I wanted to send an audio message cause, wow- What a text to receive! But uh... I'd like to visit, if you don't mind. I want to take you on a date date."

"SHE WANTS TO TAKE YOU ON A DATE, WE HAVE TO GET YOU DRESSED," Carter screams, shaking me before rising from the bed, probably to grab me some clothes.

"She better shake my hand first, and use protection!" My mother yells, probably from the living room, and I blush, realizing that she had probably easily heard my conversation.

"Wear this, then I'll do your hair," Carter says, before placing some fabric in my lap, my fingers testing the texture and layers gently.

Was this a sex date? Or as she said, a date date??