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Breakfast+Library
Breakfast; Word Count; 984
Fayt sighs audibly, even through my groggy mindset, I can hear it loud and clear. That’s not normal is it? Well I suppose the male resided in my mind often. We knew each other well enough by now. So he should know me well enough to know I won’t get up right?
I can feel his gaze, heavy on the protective covering of blankets that are hovered above me.
“You know, you’d die if I wasn’t here. Seeing as your family is gone.”
I hear myself groan out a response of complaint, meant to be something along the lines of, ‘I know, I know, but it’s not my fault my sisters are finally gone and my parents are on vacation. And besides who said I take care of myself even when they’re here?’
He understands this.
“You’re right about that, but at least they stock your snack foods..”
I grunt, ‘Yeah, I guess.’
He goes quiet and I know what he’s doing. Deciding what he’s going to do to get me up. And I know the options he’s going through.
“Not even for breakfast?” He was answering my unsaid, ‘I’m not getting up you know.’ Now it’s my turn to go quiet, staring at where I know he’s standing through the comforter.
Finally, I produce some actual words, coming out as a whine, “It’s summer dammit..” I can tell he’s smiling a bit, he was expecting that and we both know it.
“Exactly, and you don’t get it often, besides doesn’t it give you more time for those videogames of yours? Or.. Tumblr?” I pause.
Oh, he was not going there.
“Yo—“
“I am.”
I glare at him through the cloth wall, now bothering to move so that my head just pokes out. “But that requires I be productive so I don’t feel bad.”
“Well, you never know I may actually cooperate with you.” We stare at each other.
“You promise?”
“Yes.” I spare a glance around my room, deciding on whether it’s worth it or not.
Then my eyes find the clock, “Kreiss. You did not get me up this early.”
His soft smile expands a bit more.
“Fayt. Tell me that’s not what the clock says.”
“It’s only 10.”
“Fayt Estheim. You know what time I slept at.”
“I gave you a good, mmm, I’d say 5 hours. That’s more than you get on a school night.”
“Fayttttt. Do I need to repeat that’s it’s summer?”
This ushered a light laugh, “No, I don’t think you do. But sleep’s for the weak remember?”
“I—That only applies when school is raising its ugly head.”
A hand slipped onto the covers and tugged, “Oh, just get up, you’re not going to be able to run back to sleep now.”
“..You’re right, it’s already abandoned me.” I sigh and admit defeat, “You owe me though.”
“I’m feeding you isn’t that enough?”
“You’re the one that mentioned Tumblr.”
“I’ll try, no guarantees.”
“Wow, jerk.”
A head shake that moves the black locks, “You love me.” With that he leaves the room, and starts walking down the hall and to the stairs that lead down, where the kitchen lies, “..Yeah, I do. Unfortunately.”
As soon as I reach the foyer I hear his voice again, “That wasn’t hard was it?” I’m hardly dressed, having only combed through my hair with my fingers back in my room, for the outside world but we weren’t going so what would it matter? “Yes, actually it was.” He turns and offers me a look, “No, it wasn’t.” I sigh and decide not to argue, he could use it against me later when I needed him to help me, and sit on the bar in the kitchen and watch him work.
Thank gods, he could cook. I can’t do much and definitely not as much as him. Dear brain, good job. Though I didn’t think he’d ever be real—and in my house, and in my kitchen—. He did kind of jump through time and space to get here after all, that was a few days ago. Also thank you to self for that ability. Though I’d spent the first few minutes staring in disbelief. It wasn’t that I mind seeing him but still, not something that happens every day.
I blinked when the smell brought me back from my thoughts, which reminded me.. “Don’t forget to make some for yourself ne?” I gave an accusing stare at his back now, with him having ceased movement temporarily. Meaning he did forget. Which I knew he would, we both had vices. “..Right.” I nodded; satisfied that at least he wasn’t being stubborn this time.
There was a poke to one shoulder, which I returned without looking, irises finding the dark colored counter more interesting at the current moment. Its surface was reflective and I could see him through it anyway. “It’s ready, table or here?”
“I’m not moving.”
I was given an eye roll in response, “Here, then.” Lifting my head and arms so he could place it there, my eyes stared at him expectantly. ‘Where’s yours?’ He got the message and went back to the other side of the kitchen to make himself a plate. This left me to eat mine, which I did slowly. I wanted to be groggy but unfortunately sleep was having none of that.
I could tell he was amused, but he said nothing before sitting in the barstool next to me and silently eating his food. It was a comfortable silence, surprisingly, considering the participants. But we’re used to it I suppose.
“Why’d you come anyway?”
“Here?”
“ ‘Course.”
“Well, I’d prefer if you weren’t dead. And you know why other than that.”
I stare at him again, “..Really?”
A nod. Silence.
“So.. If you’re real..”
“Yeah, the others are too.”
“Well. Shit.” He laughed quietly as I did the same.
“Thanks Fayt.”
“Yeah.”
Library; Word Count; 921
I stare at him, he’s looking through the bag he brought with him, and I can tell he notices. I don’t know how I know, I just do. He’s about to say something, I know it.
“I was thinking.. The sun misses you, you know.”
“No it doesn’t.” Again there is the smallest of smiles on his face, seen only by my mind’s eye, though he shakes his head.
“You could be wrong.”
“What does it matter?”
I’m lazing about the couch and, after my own question, muster myself onto my knees to gaze at him over its’ back, arms hanging to the ground. He turns his head, casually scouring the fridge with his back to me on the far side of the kitchen.
“I just think you should go outside, that’s all. And besides these cabinets could use a refresher of things you eat. And..” Now the taller male grabbed a paper of the counter behind him; the next thing I know is that it’s on my head obscuring my vision.
“..I think you’ll find that interesting.”
I examine the piece of paper; presumably warped to that convenient perch on my head, it looks like an advertisement of some kind. When I lift my eyes from the flimsy material my gaze finds the cabinet door, head blocked from view as he continues his scouring in the closer location.
“I don—“
“Look closer.”
My mouth closes and forms into a frown but I obey anyway, looking at the surprisingly dull looking paper, for an advertisement anyway, again. Then I notice the circles, and the objects in those circles. Books. And video games.
“Ohhhh..” A knowing tone resounds from my throat.
I hear a quiet hum of victory, “I thought so.”
“Well how am I supposed to know an obscure-looking, unknown, library is selling this kind of stuff? Tell me this is in this world?”
A chuckle. “Of course, I’m not going to drag you off to another world, even if you want to, just yet. Now are you interested or not?”
“..Fine.”
With this my muse sends me up the stairs to get ready, with no less than a few groans. I mutter to myself in my room as well, “I don’t want to go outside though.. It’s damn hot enough in here..”
‘It’ll be fine, We’re not even going to be around here.’ Fayt assures me in my thoughts.
‘So then where? Alaska?’
A chuckle resounds, ‘I wasn’t going to suggest something like that and you know it, just get down here alright?’
‘Oh fine.’
I do as he says and trot down the stairs, typical shirt and jean shorts on, and find him standing next to a portal I assume he’s placed in the foyer. I peer through it, seeing unfamiliar scenery since it’s in gods know where. He’s placed it in a shady place at least, where no one pays attention to, of course, “You ready?” All I do is offer him a look and hold up my wallet, he gets the point and nods at the portal, telling me to go through. I do, it doesn’t feel as weird as I thought it would—what with it being my first time through one—and wait for him on the other side. Seeing the portal close is fascinating too though. It’s a short walk before we arrive at the obscure little shop, it’s tucked in nicely between two large buildings and that makes it very quaint. He leads me in and we find it empty, odd since the prices are so low, or maybe that’s why? The clerk looks at us with a bit of surprise but is quick to warm up to us and guide us through the store and I would swear that she would cook for us if we asked.
“Get anything you want, not that I need to tell you that huh?”
“Oh shush, I’m not the one who suggested this am I, Fayt?” He’s right though, I’m already picking out series that I want. I’ll buy out the whole store if I’m not careful.
“Don’t you want to look at ‘normal people’ books?”
“Nonfiction is boring though..” I insist, not even bothering to look at him now.
I hear a sigh before footsteps carry him away, this doesn’t last long however for he is soon waving a book in front of my face, “What about this?”
A certain word caught my eye on the cover, ‘Photography.’ I snatch it away from him, reading over it, it’s more than just what caught my attention it seems, including— ..Oh he knows me too well.
“That too.” I push it back into his hands and proceed with my endeavors and, knowing he’s won, he proceeds to put it in the pile that’s building up on the counter for the woman to bag. Poor girl.
We proceed on in this way for a while, him handing me things he already knows I’m interested in and me pretending not to be as interested as I am, and in the end we finish off with Fayt paying and putting a portal in one of my school bags and putting the books in similar, to Mary Poppin’s bag. The woman looks bewildered but doesn’t ask. She must just be glad that I lighten her load of books by a few bookshelves. Where was I going to put it all? I’d figure it out later. We thanked her and were gone.
“Lunch now?”
“How’d you know?”
We both laugh again.
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