alive /drh/

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it's ironic how my afternoon changed compared to the things i should had done that day.

we ate and chatted, filled buzzfeed quizzes in, chatted with chelsea when she arrived from her gymnastics practice, and after, talked about random stuff, and we even got bored a few times.

it was about half past six already, and i was sitting in his strongly creaking revolving chair, a little dizzy, because a few minutes earlier when i stopped spinning around i felt sick because of it.

"what is your go-to starbucks drink?" he asked suddenly, lying on the messy bed -which, in fact, got even messier since i got there- on his stomach, like a complete starfish, his hands in front of his face, light on it, because of his mobile. we wanted to keep on doing quizzes because we were extra bored by that point.

he listed the possible answers. "uhm" i was thinking, i forgot immediately what the chances were. "something with salted caramel. or caramel. i don't fucking know, i don't go to starbucks" i said and turned around, slowly because i didn't want to feel like i was puking again.

he hummed.

i was now again in front of his desk, what was covered in notes and empty packages. it was just like a bird collected everything it found and put every single random stuff in one place.

"hey, george" i spoke suddenly, and turned back with a quick move.

he looked up to me curiously.

i slowly lifted my right hand at eye level, and watched his reaction.

"i punched in the wall today."

i didn't know why i shared it with him right now, but i'd done it before i could think.

his gaze went from my face to my hand slowly. he looked confused, but then squinted and slowly put his phone down, pushing himself up from the bed, and leaning closer.

i was pushing my lips together, waiting for him to say something.

"i don't see anything weird" he looked at me calmly and still slightly confused.

i looked at my hand myself. i was surprised to see that the colours mainly had disappeared, and excluding a little inner pain, i didn't feel anything but warmness on it.

he signed me to give my hand to him, so i did so. he was analysing it giving the vibe that he truly was adept at it, but a few seconds later of looking of it and slightly touching it at most, he pushed one of my knuckles and i felt it. it wasn't painful that much, but it was so sudden i though this in that very moment.

i pulled my hand as fast as possible to my chest, deep inside hoping that it would stop the pain. i looked at him incredulously.

"ow, what the fuck" i said quickly and checked it; not that it would had changed anything by it being pushed a tiny little bit or anything.

he was seemingly surprised by his own actions, he quickly carried his hands next to himself again. "oh shit, i'm sorry, i just saw it was a little red"

i shook my head as i finally looked at my hand and realised that it didn't hurt anymore. "it's okay, you were a dumbass though" i said and menacingly pointed at him, but also giggled.

he held both of his hands up above his shoulders, defending himself. "okay madam, i won't do it again"

i giggled and turned back to the table. "i should go" i said suddenly, watching out of the little gap between the two ends of the curtains.