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I don't want to forget

Lynn's POV
I stared at Killua, who was sitting on the marble floor, staring back at me. My breathing became regular and I pressed my back against the door. Did I hear him right? Did he just say he wanted to be friends? What the hell was wrong with him? I searched for any hint of doubt, or playfulness in his eyes. But all I could see was determination and sadness. What should I do? Should I tell him? No. The question I should be asking myself is can I trust him? I don't know. I don't even know the guy. Maybe I should just tell him something small just to satisfy him and then let it go. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Okay. The reason I wear the wig is because I'm not accepted by the public" I whispered. I saw Killua raise an eyebrow, but I didn't elaborate. This should be enough. He bent down his head and started scanning the marble floor. His bangs covered his eyes. "I ran away from home when I was twelve" he whispered back. My eyes widened. Was he actually going to tell me something about him every time I tell him something about me? I gulped. I could tell this was no easy thing for Killua. Just from his expression I could see that he didn't like it one bit. Of course. He hated being vulnerable. I could understand what he's feeling right now. He lifted his head to meet my eyes. I slowly stood up and Killua stood up as well. I reached down to grab my wig but Killua reached down before me and grabbed it off the floor. I glared at him and extended my hand, motioning him to hand over the wig. "You don't need to wear this thing around me. I already know that about your blue hair so I don't see any problem." I sighed and retreated my hand. "Whatever" I pushed past him. Killua smirked. "Or did you just chicken out for a second?" I turned back to glare at him. "No. I didn't. I just don't like people invading my private space. And that's exactly what you did." I smirked. "Or was I that irresistible?" Killua dug his hands in his pockets and gave his special arrogant smirk. "Don't be so sure of yourself. I wouldn't have kissed you if you had taken off the wig obediently. you just brought it on yourself. And correct me if I'm wrong but it looked like you really enjoyed the kiss." I scowled in his direction and wanted to punch that arrogant smirk off his face. "No. Actually you were very bad at it. I almost gagged." Killua rolled his eyes. "You don't have to sound so desperate" I sighed. "Let's just finish this project." We sat down at the table and began to write in our respective books. After a long and frustrating silence Killua broke it. "This thing is going to be so weird." Was he referring to our new friendship? Maybe. It would be nice to have someone like that. I smiled. "You have no idea." His lips curved into a smile. "Ya" Killua started fidgeting with his pencil and tapping his legs. Did he want to tell me something? After a lot of fidgeting, I got really irritated. "Is there something you want to tell me?" He stopped his fidgeting and looked at me with calm look. "Nothing much" this friendship is so not going to work out. "Then stop fidgeting!! Your annoying me" his lips curled up into that arrogant smirk of his. "I love irritating people" my eyebrows twitched. This guy.... I turned away and returned to my books. "I can tell Gon right? About you" my head snapped back to him, and my heart started beating a mile a minute. "Are you surprised that I actually asked you instead of just telling him? Or is the trust you have on me doubted." I looked down at the floor. "A little of both" I replied in a stern voice. He sighed and slid down his chair. "It just didn't seem right to keep it away from Gon. It's because of him that I'm..... anyway I just wanted to tell you that Gon is a pretty trust worthy person, and even if I don't tell him, he'll somehow find out." What should I do? "Fine. But I swear if you both try anything funny...."
"Ok ok. I get it. Where's the trust? You've hurt me" he made a motion suggesting that he was hurt. I rolled my eyes. "Just shut up"

After we finished discussing the project, Killua and I exchanged numbers before I left his house. In case we forget our part in the projects, or something like that. When I entered my house, the familiar scent of cigarettes greeted me. I sighed and closed the door. I made my way into the living room and saw Sienna passed out in the couch. She was working so hard for me. I smiled and draped a blanket over her. I went into my room, undressed and removed my wig. I slipped into a nightgown and hunted around the house for something to eat. A lot has happened today. Maybe things will get better from now on.