I was woken up by some troubled thoughts from a guy next-door. His jumbled mind woke me up and I scowled, he was so alone and I did feel sorry for him... but he woke me up. This will not stand.
When he awoke too I looked to him with a sigh, wrapping up in my covers further. I sunk into the bed with a moan as the bright light shone through the useless blinds, making my eyes squint and sting. I moaned again and hid under the covers. He smiled, kissing the top of my head and I sighed and nudged him back, unwilling to return my eyes back to the light. "I'm gonna have to get up though aren't I?"
"Sometime today would be nice, yeah," he laughed.
I waved my hand dismissively. "Make me,” I wish I had never said anything when he lifted the covers off me with his telekinesis, “Ahh! Now it’s really cold too!” He hugged me and I shook my head, “that was evil.” He lifted my head to kiss me softly and I sighed, kissing him back. “Still doesn’t excuse you though.”
"Aw. I'm sorry," he murmured, flashing his large puppy-dog eyes at me.
I rolled my own eyes with another sigh, "it's kinda hard to be angry when you're naked so you're let off this time."
"I need to work on the puppy dog eyes, huh?"
"They'll never let you get off. I don't work that way."
"How do you work? Tell me so I can get away with doing that again. You're cute when you're annoyed."
"Oh? You're planning on doing that again in the future?" I asked, a brow raised as I sat up, scowling at him.
He grinned and slid off the bed, picking up his clothes. "Not if you don't tell me how to stop you being annoyed."
I sighed, quickly getting dressed to avoid the cold air that lapped at my bare skin. "I don't know, improvise, evil."
Moving around to me, he kissed me warmly, smiling. "I'll keep it in mind," he said as he walked into the bathroom.
I looked to him, and pouted, cute when I’m annoyed? So...I can’t really pull of annoyed, great. I sat down on the bed, trying to ignore the idea of what I could be sat in. I waited somewhat impatiently for him to return from the bathroom. I lay back on the bed, closing my eyes. “Come on, Luca!” I moaned.
"Alright, alright!" He came out of the bathroom with his hands up in a sort of surrender before moving over to me.
"'bout time," I sat up, pouting at him, "I missed you."
"I wasn't in there that long," he smiled, kissing me on the cheek.
"I was lying," I smiled, sticking out my tongue. He rolled his eyes and went around to the other side of the bed, picking his wallet up off the bedside cabinet, shoving it in his pocket. I sighed, tapping my foot impatiently again, I couldn't help it. I was bored and I don't know why.
“What’s up with you?” He asked.
“I dunno know,” I sighed, with a shrug.
"I'm bored and extremely annoyed I guess,"
“Annoyed at what?”
“I don’t like being woken up.”
"I didn't wake you up. I just took the cover off you," he shrugged.
"I know you didn't,” I sighed.
"Mmm... ready to go back to the bus?"
"Umm, can you meet me in the lobby?" I had some business to take care of.
“...okay.” We both walked out the door and as he walked down to the lobby I walked into the room next door and looked at the guy that was sat with a knife on the bed.
“Okay, I know you’re upset okay? But, you shouldn’t do this. There is nothing when you die. You should enjoy the life you have.” I sighed, sitting beside him as he looked at me questioningly. “I know, just trust me okay? Come to the Killing the Phoenix concert tonight. You might find someone there you like.” I smiled, kissing his cheek and taking the knife from him as he nodded weakly. “Look on the bright side, Luke.”
With that, I left. I hate people who try to commit suicide. I walked to the lobby and handed Luca the knife. “Here, present.”
"You're welcome, some suicidal teen. Eugh,” he nodded and I sighed.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Hmm, I don’t believe you.”
“You’ve been acting strange all morning.”
"Yeah, you're not you at all."
"Oh.. umm, I don't really know what to say to that..."
"I just handed you a knife and told you I rescued a suicidal teen and you just nodded,” I mumbled in disbelief.
"Sorry I'm miles away," he mumbled, blinking and shaking his head to try and clear it.
"I gathered! I guess if I stripped right now and started pole-dancing you'd just say 'cool' or something.
I sighed; he just proved my point, "don't be. Come on, let's just go."
I shook my head, keeping my hand to myself as we walked, damn it... what’s wrong with you Luca?