{7 Jalice}
Confusion.
I hate being confused.
Confusion means weakness.
Weakness means vulnerability.
Vulnerability means death.
Death means, well, death means death.
Yes, I know I'm messed up, no need to remind me.
Right now I'm standing in the barely furnished living room with a boy I supposedly know, but have no recolection of. Ah, the life of a normal fifteen-year old.
He is pretty much the source of my confusion. No suprise there right?
One minute the kid is being a sassy smart ass, the next he's a total sweetheart, and then he turns all mysterious and zones out. The kid is always full of "delightful" suprises - note the sarcasm for delightful.
Someone want to tell me what is wrong with this-very attractive, I might add-boy?
He's staring into a fixed point somwhere on the plain, white wall, that he only knows where it is. His pupils are dialated from being so intensely focused, and he mumbles under his breath, "Promise" every few minutes.
Since my tolerance of being zoned out from isn't the greatest, I snap my fingers loudly in front of his dazed, daydreaming expression.
"Hellooo? Earth to Clansin? I repeat, Clansin come back to Earth..." Sarcasm and irritability drips from my voice.
His head snaps up to my face, his eyes searching through my own as if they know all my deepest secrets.
"Sorry, I was just-ah-thinking..." he trails off wistfully as echoing footsteps enter the room.
"So, Clansin, I see you've met Jalice...fiesty little thing isn't she?" a freshly showered Malco smirks at us as he saunters into the shabby room. He lazily plops himself down on the faded burgandy couch with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
He did this purposely.
Clansin smothers a laugh as I glare at both of them. Even though Malco is like the cool dad that I've never had, he still irks me sometimes. 'Cool' dads all have their flaws, I guess.
By the time I realize I've been glaring into space like an idiot for a few minutes, Malco and Clansin are laughing their stupid asses off. Guys these days.
Let's just say if looks could kill...they'd both be long gone.
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We were now sitting at the round kitchen table, silence heavy in the air as we sipped the black coffee, in chipped, multi-colored mugs, that Malco had made us. The only sound is the quiet slurping of the steaming coffee until I decide to speak up, fed up with all the awkward silence that's been going on all night.
"Clansin, just cut the crap and tell us why you're here."
He takes a deep breath and sets down his nearly empty mug on the table with a soft 'thump'.
"I saw an insanitated boy on the side of the road with his mother, and I wanted to help him. As I was checking his fever, the mother disappeared so I decided to come to my house, but someone was in it snooping around. After that I was looking for a different place to stay for the night, until Malco took me in. Happy now princess?"
I glare at him with icy eyes and decide I was too tired from earlier today to fight with him,
"Yes, that's all I wanted to know."
