I looked at him funny. “You’re kidding me, right?”
He nodded. “No, I’m not...,” he slightly blushed.
“Well! You promise not to do that?” I slightly growled.
“I promise...,” he said quietly. I think I scarred or scared the poor guy. He got up and skulked away. Flint slapped me so hard on the back I almost choked on my own septum.
“You should apologise! I think he loves you!”
“Ow! That hurt!” I got up and stamped away and locked myself in my room. I put my ear up to the wall because I could hear him.
“Maggie... I wish I’d never seen your face... you led me away from home... just so you could be alone... you stole my heart and that’s what really hurts...,” his voice was a bit garbled through the walls.
“Oh...,” I sighed softly. I continued to lean.
“We’re no strangers to love... you know the rules and so do I... a full commintment’s what I’m thinkin’ of... you wouldn’t get this from any other guy... I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling, gotta make you understand... never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you...,” he stopped for some reason. (A/N: You’ve been rickrolled HAHAHA!!! :D)
“Drank too much water...,” I mumbled.
“Lucian! Lucian?” I went to his room and he wasn’t there. “Oh? You aren’t here?” I paused. I looked at the space between the bed and floor was just big enough for me to fit; so I crawled under it. “This will be interesting,” I thought. Luckily the drapping around the bed should hide me... “People will think I’m crazy... oh well...” I then heard footsteps.
“Wonder where Cynthia went?” He said. “Oh well, time to jack off!” He grinned and lied down on the bed. I thought about vomiting... I just decided to to plug my ears instead. I soon became oblivious and fell asleep... I woke up to him talking, “hmm... sex... wonder what it’s like...”
I then got an idea. I crawled quietly from under the bed. “Sex is fun,” I whispered into his ear.
“Are you my conscience?”
“Yes, trust me, it’s fun...,” I began to walk off. I slowly opened the door and shut it quietly. “Phew...,” I sighed in relief and went to the kitchen; Aaron and Bertha were there.
“HiCynthia!” He said. “What’sup?”
“I was sleeping... what about you?” I smiled.
“IwasjackingoffbutnowI’msitting,” he replied. I eyed him funny but he tried to keep the snickers in.
“That was weird,” I mumbled walking into the kitchen. Bertha was doing her crosswords, Aaron was snickering and Cynthia was looking at him funny. “What’s going on?” I said sleepily.
Bertha soon snapped out of what she was doing. “Oh, nothing much,” she said. She went back into her crossword and ignored whatever we said. I sat down next to Aaron.
“I had the weirdest dream...,” I whispered into his ear.