JamiE (hereiam) wrote,

another day in the burbs

today i woke up to a rapping sound at my window. metal on glass. it was still dark outside and i couldn't see anything when my eyes opened except for the blinking green LED light on my television set shining out of the darkness.

More rapid tapping.

I squinted into the darkness unsure at first if i was actually hearing anything.

A third tapping sound, louder, more urgent confirmed my suspicions.

I stood up in bed and looked out of my window into the dark morning. Two grey-green eyes stared back at be behind a halo of platinum blonde hair.

"OPEN THE DAMN WINDOW!!" It was Gregg.

I smiled and cupped my hand around my ear making a confused face. "What?!" I mouthed. "I can't hear you!"

He glared at me and rapped on the glass again with his knife. "Fuck you slut, open the window."

Gregg is such a sweetheart.

I turned the handle on the window and Gregg leaned back letting it open outwards towards him before reaching inside my room, grasping the sill and pulling himself in. He fell with a soft thud ontop of my matress which lay hard and flat atop my floor. I try to be as asian as possible. In case we ever go to war with japan again. At least i'll have an in on the enemy side.

"What's up?" I said, eyeing him in the dark of my room. The LED tv light lit up his face, then it darkened him into shadow, before lighting him up again.

"Fuck me." Was his reply. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Seriously. What the hell are you doing here?"

He put the knife into his back pocket, no sheath or anything. Just stuck it in there. I wanted to make some kind of joke, but i was half awake and couldn't think of any.

"Seriously," he said. "I want you to fuck me." I kicked at him. Almost in his face. He dodged it and laughed. "No, actually I need to borrow your sword."


"Are you going to battle or something?" I asked sarcastically. "What would you need a sword for?"

"Mind your own damn business," he replied. Seriously, Gregg can be so charming sometimes.

"I'm not giving it to you unless you tell me what you want it for."

Gregg took a huge sigh and fell backwards ontop of my matress. Even in the dark I could see this. And him placing his hands over his face. After a few seconds he dropped his hands and said, "Ashton and Thomas are coming tonight. We're supposed to deuce it out. I dont have a sword anymore because of what happened last time. I dont want to be unprepared." He raised up on his elbows and looked at me in the dark. "You're welcome to come with me if you want."

I gave a dry laugh. "Not likely dude. I dont pull that shit. You know that. I try to keep myself out of that kind of rivalry stuff as much as possible." I paused for a moment, thinking. "Jaz called me last night."


"Jaz... he's one of Nim's friends..."

Gregg sat up even more. "What?! So he knows that one guy."

I groaned. "Yea, they're aquainted."

Gregg shook his head. "You sure know how to pick-em Jamie." I ignored his bastard comment. I wanted to kick at him again. But i didn't. Instead I went over to my shelf and picked my sword up off of its stand. I tossed it to him and he caught it without even looking.

"Take it," I said. "Don't die."

He chuckled softly and stood up. "You know i dont do that whole death bullshit. Death is for posers." He grasped ahold of the window sill with one hand and gave me a slight nod of the head. "Catch you later sport." Then he jumped up and out of the window and was gone. I couldn't fall back asleep after that.
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