Every Moment (ZeRoyalMexican)

Part 7 - Alice

~Ze's POV~

Ow, ow, ow, ow. I seriously have a problem with over stressing myself when I should clearly be resting but I wanted to see Gassy before he left with the group. Once I slowly open the door to Chilled's room he seems shocked at me and I just wave towards him before collapsing onto his bed right over him.

"What are you doing? You should be resting! Your foot is bad," Chilled yells, helping me come up to sit on the bed. I lift my foot and turn it to view the white bandages wrapped around it but I just sigh and glance back towards Chilled, the dark circles under his eyes making it obvious he didn't have as much sleep as he should have. After the day we had yesterday I wouldn't be surprised if we find sleeping difficulties for the next few days.

"I'm fine, just don't want to worry anybody. If anybody, you should be who people are worrying about," I note and he just smiles and shakes his head, pulling up his healthy leg. His eyes piercing right through me, making me immediately feel uncomfortable and turn away from him. His large dark eyes always manage to truthfully and plainly see every single thing going on through my mind. Sometimes it truly scares me and sometimes it satisfies me to know my best friend knows me so well, most times it's actually both.

"Please, I get over things easily. You, on the other hand, get a bit caught up in things and end up hurting yourself even more than you already were. You really need to stop that Ze, even hurting your foot which will never heal at this rate just to not worry others. You got too caught up in trying to earn everyone's trust and friendship that you're ignoring your own state," Chilled lectures, something I find he does a lot when we find time to have these private conversations. Whenever we have these deep conversations it's either me recalling the past or thinking too deeply about the future or Chilled just being stupid and scared about things in the future. When the lectures are delivered towards me I feel pressured into realizing that he is right, and he usually is when we have these talks.

"I didn't feel like I was just trying to make friends. More like I didn't want to make the one I admire the most feel down because of me."

"That's the same thing idiot," Chilled complains before yawning loudly and sinking back into his pillow. I stare at him for a while before laying back on the bed across his feet, feeling my own eyelids droop as Chilled's sleepiness begins to infect me as well.

"I don't know man. It feels different. But I do admit I'm getting to wrapped up in my own world again and it's making me ignore my friends and myself. Sorry," I apologize before shutting my eyes, the bright light from the ceiling light the only thing hindering the complete darkness.

"Damn it Ze. You always do that." I chuckle lightly before I feel a sudden twitch in my stomach and I realize I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I wonder if they're even still serving right now when everyone should already be out for training. Skiing. I wish I was there, although I haven't nearly have as much experience with skiing than skating it's still fun. I would have loved to see everybody else fail dreadfully by me while I glide on through again as terrible as that sounds. Mentally I chuckle when I recall us all skating, me being the only one casually gliding around everybody. Although Gassy and most of the higher ups never fell and skated, they were all clearly inexperienced and haven't for as long as I have. It may be cheating considering my Canadian roots but it's still entertaining all the same.

In the end I decide to ignore my empty stomach half because of my laziness to rise from the comfortable bed and leave Chilled to his lonesome. No, I realize very well that I would leave Chilled in an instant if I knew I could get food without risking the comfortableness. Chilled can deal with loneliness an show own thoughts, entertaining himself with his own colorful thoughts. I typically do that as well, although every once in a while I become depressed I usually find ways to make myself entertained simply by just thinking. Slowly my eyelids open and the plain dark ceiling is still as far away as it was before and still U reachable. Turning I notice Chilled silently taking deep breaths happily with his shut eyes. Lucky bastard can go to sleep so quickly like it's nothing. I sigh before turning away and closing my own eyes, allowing the darkness to take me as well.