“Hello ma’am, I’m Morgan Carley.”
At this, I cast a glance at Aimi. Her face gave nothing away, as usual. Her mother just smiled at me and said, “You seem much nicer than her other friends, even if your eating habits are strange. Aimi, I’ve got the night shift tonight, so you guys are gonna have to keep it down.” Aimi just nodded and took a bite of chicken. We sat there in silence as we ate. The chicken was good, but I kept wondering why they found putting ketchup on chicken so weird.
When we finished eating, Aimi led me up to her room. There was a television in one corner with stuffed animals next to it. The walls were purple and she had black curtains. Her bed was huge, well bigger than mine anyways. In a different corner from the television, there were two skateboards, one had wheels, one didn’t. Next to the door, there was one of those big blue storage bins, on top of it were various things of Japanese origin and a few candles. It had the appearance of a makeshift shrine. Right next to it was a cd player and a huge cd case.
Aimi went over to case and opened it up. Inside were screamo and metal cds. She had good taste in music. As she flipped through the case, she asked “Do you listen to Atreyu? I’m kinda feeling in the mood to listen to them.”
“Yes I do. They’re one of my favorite bands actually.”
“Oh good. I like most of their stuff. But not ‘The Curse.’ I hate that album.”
“While I prefer ‘Lead Sails and a Paper anchor,’ I don’t actually find ‘The Curse’ to be all that bad.”
“You did not just say that in my bedroom.”
As she said this, she gave me a death glare that could set a plant on fire; I found it rather cute. She put the cd in and pressed play. We listened for a little while. Neither of us knew quite what to say, so I said, “Well I guess this is a chance to meet each other as we really are.” Aimi looked at me and replied, “I guess so. Which makes me wonder, why did you say your full name to my mom back there? You could have just used your fake one.”
“There are two reasons. The first one being that you invited me to your house and I also know your real name. I want you to trust me, and I don’t see how you can do that if you know absolutely nothing about me. Secondly, I don’t know your mother very well, and if she wanted to talk to my parents, it would seem kinda suspicious if I gave a fake name and it would be obvious that I did, since my parents don’t refer to me as ‘Amelia.’ I’m a careful person.”
“I see that. You are also very crafty and clever. I would not like my odds if you were out to get me; I wouldn’t be able to predict what you would do next. You also just said that I know nothing about you. That’s not exactly true. While I hate to admit it, I want to tell you that I do, in fact, know where you live. On nights when I’m not busy, I’ve taken to following you home to make sure you get there safely. To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”
“I really should pay more attention. I’m quite alert when I’m working, but when I’m done, I just want to go to bed.”
“You should. If you don’t, I shall bite you.”
“So you do bite people.”
At this, she jumped at me and somehow ended up straddling me, then proceeded to grab my arm and bite it.
“You really are strange.”
“Yes I am. You may bite me back.”
She held out her hand, and I could see that she wasn’t going to get off of me until I bit it, so I did. It was actually more fun than I originally thought it would be.
“You do know that I don’t really want to get off of you, right?”
“Of course, or you wouldn’t have done it in the first place. Though you should know that I’m usually the dominant one.”
“That works, I enjoy being submissive.”
“Are you suggesting something?”
“Yes. But not right now. Mom is home.”
I raised an eyebrow at this, Aimi wasn’t really as quiet as I originally thought her to be...nor as innocent. I think she could tell what I was thinking, because she followed up with:
“I really hope you weren’t expecting me to be some sweet, innocent little girl.”
“I was, but I shouldn’t be surprised. I do know the people you hang out with, after all.”
We heard footsteps on the stairs, and Aimi moved so fast, that I hardly even noticed that she had gotten off of me. Her mom opened the door and poked her head in to say, “Morgan, you should probably be getting home. Next time, call first and you can stay longer.” She closed the door behind her and went back downstairs.
“When you heard your mom coming, you sure moved fast.”
“Of course I did. My parents disowned my brother because he was gay. You should probably go now. I don’t want to make her mad.”
I got my shoes and said my goodbyes.
This had been the most fun I’d had in while.