Unsure what to spend the rest of my day doing, I spent another hour debating whether or not to actually go to this Ball. When I realized how long I had been debating this subject, I found myself sitting outside and drawing miscellaneous things from the back yard including a pokemon feeder. Suddenly irony smacked my in the face, and I couldn’t help but laugh realizing that a pokemon feeder in a Gijika house was completely absurd. Why had I put one in? Shaking my head a moment, I looked down and realized I had been drawing the same pokemon feeder over seven pages. Sighing and closing my sketchbook, I started back into the house.
As I reentered, it seemed as though people were beginning to leave and move around a bit getting ready for the Ball that Lupe had expressed the news of hosting. Suddenly the thought of actually asking someone to the dance came to mind. I felt my face shift a shade red, and I looked down at my sketchbook as I walked through the hallway in order to make it appear as though nothing were different. I couldn’t back out of the dance, yet I couldn’t imagine myself asking someone to go for one reason or another. This was going to pose a problem, and I couldn’t find the solution.
Wondering if Lupe would actually notice my absence at the Ball, I shook my head and started up the stairs impulsively. Why exactly had I headed up the step? I stopped and considered this for a moment and leaned on the railing. I guess I could ask Shupple to play cards again seeing as everyone else seemed too busy with the Ball that I had finally decided not to go to. Well… then again. I thought for a moment whether or not Shupple was going to the dance and getting herself ready. Then I would just be in the way of things. The again there was the slim possibility that she wasn’t going and would be willing to play cards. After a moment’s thought, the slim possibility outweighed all the rest, and I found myself headed up to Shupple’s room.
Standing at the door to Shupple’s room, I knocked once and waited. However, there was no response, and for a moment, I thought she had left and gone to prepare for the Ball or something like that. However, this was disregarded when I head movement inside. Shaking my head and wondering exactly why this seemed wrong to me, I knocked on the door again.
“Shupple are you in there?” I asked aloud as I knocked on the door. “Do you want to play a game of speed or something?”
Waiting a moment, I found that there was no response to this, but I heard another sound of movement within. Turning my head to one side, I placed my hand on the doorknob. Before I could do any more, the door swung forwards, and my eyes moved into the room. I stood just in the doorway unable to move any further and just looked into the room.
Shupple was lying on the bed, and for a moment she looked peaceful. I made a move to turn and leave, but suddenly I was caught as Shupple said something.
“What are you doing in here, Mear?” Shupple said.
My eyes turned again and came square with Shupple as she sat up in bed and was now staring at me. There were so many implications that suddenly exploded in my mind that I just stood there shaking my head for an entire minute before actually thinking of anything to say.
“Technically,” I started knowing I was being a pure smart ass for this. “I’m in the doorway….”Shupple just stared at me with a sharp look. Finally my eyes dropped and I looked at my sketchbook wishing that it would give me the answer as to what exactly to say in this situation. However, the sketchbook remained just a material volume as it always had and seemed unwilling to give any answers. “I mean…” I tried unsure of what exactly to say. I had caught her asleep and had even gone so far as to accidentally open the door… There was not much I could really say. “I was wondering if you wanted to play a card game, but since you’re taking a nap, I’ll just leave,” I finished as I turned and got ready to leave as quickly as I had come.
“How long were you there?” Shupple asked getting up off the bed.
“N-not that long at all,” I answered looking down at my sketchbook and breathing out. “Maybe a minute max…”
“Ah,” was the only response, and with that, a strange silence crept and hid in the shadows of the room. Unsure of what to do, I once again tried to leave the situation completely. However, before I could, Shupple began talking again. “What card game today?” she asked, and as I turned my head back, I watched her set a few things aside inside a drawer before turning back to me.
“Not sure really,” I answered. “I would have played with someone else or something but everyone was getting ready for the Ball and things….” I said breaking off.
I must say that it is very ironic at times when one remembers many things he could have done besides gone up to a person’s room and asked to play a game of cards. Within that half second, a million or so thoughts of this nature came pouring into my cranium like lava bleeding from a volcano. Shaking my head and letting out a nervous laugh, I forced myself to look at Shupple directly.
“I guess I could have just stayed outside and drawn some more,” I said stating aloud the most obvious of these hot thoughts that had come to mind. “I had been drawing earlier and things.. and…”
“It’s fine,” Shupple answered as though she were more tired of me giving answers than that she had actually forgiven me for this strange action. “What game?” she asked again.
“And I thought maybe that you were going to the Ball, so I was just going to stop in and say hi and…” I found myself rambling on even as Shupple was trying to change the subject. Curse my unnerved nerves. My eyes were darting around and finally found solace on my sketchbook. However, the solace ended within a short span, and once again my eyes were nervously looking about. Forcing myself to meet Shupple’s gaze, I broke off again.
“No, I am not going to the Ball,” Shupple answered after a moment. “I hate Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh….” I said breaking off and unsure of how exactly to continue. “So you’re not going to the Ball then?”
“I just said no,” Shupple answered back.
After that, Silence with its catlike nature pounced through the room breaking off the conversation. Trying to break it again, I let out a breath. However, Shupple was the one to actually continue the conversation.
“So what game?” she asked again as if the entire previous conversation had been detoured and forgotten completely.
“I was thinking of either twenty-one or speed again,” I answered.
“Speed,” Shupple nodded to herself before moving her hand through the air. With a sudden movement, the cards that had been set up on the dresser across from Shupple jumped up and raced into her hand. “Let’s play in the main room,” Shupple said, and before I could say anymore, she brushed by me and started out into the hallway.
I turned, nodded to myself, and followed.
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