PART 4 WE ARE NOW FRIENDS

 PART 4 WE ARE NOW FRIENDS

"Um this is your room." I said pointing and making way for him from behind.

He walks in and takes just a round look and shows a thumbs up sign, and i wave in goodbye and close the door.

 

After a hefty night, we all tuck ourselves in our respective rooms. I am glad it was enough for everybody. I walk up to my room and sleep sound the moment my head hits the satin cover.

Until i hear a repeated soft knock.

 

I think i was not fully off since I heard it the second time. I turn on the lights and open the door to find him standing in the hallway with his phone in one hand and a cushion in the other. He puts them both in one and holds up a hand to state his situation:

"I am very sorry to wake you up late. I just..i couldn't sleep..its...its-"

 

"Cause its dark" i say looking right in his eyes.

He shots his head up and nods after a few seconds of realization.

"Its okay" I said smiling and let him come in.

When we took our respective space, me on the bed and him on the couch, I left the two moon lamps, on my desk and beside my bed, on.

 

It was really after few hours that my sleep broke itself, and I found him scribbling. I blinked a few times to make sure and sit up straight. He gave a smile to my presence.

"Writing late?"

"Yeah" he exhaled a soft laugh, i guess to his answer.

"Happens with me too " and I waved a small vintage diary kept on the sideboard of mine towards his way.

"Isn't it? It happens with me a lot. Usually at times when I am stressed ofc."

"What are you stressed about now?"

I comfort myself because now we are having this late night conversation i don't know if i wanted.

 

"Um..i am just feeling a bit guilty over this sleepover. Ha, happens sometimes when i don't want to socialize sometimes."

"But it's okay I guess its just one night."

"Yeah, what do you write about?" He closed his diary long before I realized his attention is all on me now.

"Ahh, like I write about losses or the things I hate about myself which I normally don't when I am wide awake, or things that hurt me sometimes. Only sad thoughts ig."

"Yes, there's a fact also that late night wake up leads to depression. I am not depressed though, its just those times like sad times after good ones."

"Yeah same."

 

We sat in silence for long before I dozed off.

When the sunlight shined bright on my eyes, I noticed the curtain all open and he had left the room. Its early in the morning.

I walk out after freshing up and making my bed, where I notice him in the kitchen. Probably making breakfast.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook." I took a bite on my apple i got from the fridge.

"Yeah, i do sometimes only when i am alone."

"But we are not alone, they are still sleeping i guess."

He looks up at me and tilts his head in confusion. Then let's out a hearty laugh out his chest. "I guess you don't know the time yet."

I stop biting and quickly look up at the wall clock. It's 12!! Oh my god.

 

I swored accidentally when I got to know. He noticed and laughed, holding up his chore and grabbing his chest to balance himself on his laugh. He is still laughing out loud and I feel like a fool standing with a half eaten apple.

"My God. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I alone got up at 1130. They left a note on the center table of them leaving for an early class. I thought i would leave too but I thought of making you something as an embrace to your hospitality. And-" he walks up to the cupboard and pulls out the cookie box, "for the cookies." He smiles wide shaking the box out of which no sound came.

 

I gaped in shock. "My God, you" and I grab a chopstick kept on the dining table and run after him. He leaves his position and ran for his life. I chases him down the hallway and out the house. Where i ran continuously armed with a chopstick and he kept on laughing as he ran so fast and far, I guess that is just because of his long legs and height. We ran down the length of the garden and as i took a turn to follow him, he was round the corner and pulled a foot out to make me fall. I fell headfirst and my wrists got slit by the tall grasses.

 

I whince a bit when I sat down to check the cut and he got serious and stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, i didn't know-let me get the first aid. Wait."

He ran back and came back in a minute. While he was tending me, I dont know why but i kept looking in his eyes who were all focused on my wound. It was kind of tempting being near him, i don't know what kind of magnetic presence he has. But its truly magical.

 

After it was done, he looked up to see me looking at him. His brows tensed as he said-"i am sorry about this. And sorry for eating your cookies too, but they were so good, I couldn't stop myself. But also it was not only me who paraded them, I hope you understand. "

 

I looked him in the eye in an angry manner and then laughed out looking at his grim face. "I was joking."

He eased out after my say and we together made the 'breakfast' then.