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I couldn’t stand this. I was creative, smart and innovative, the best at what I did. I far surpassed inventors of earlier times and I wanted to be acknowledged as the world dominator I would be. I’ve worked tirelessly to be brilliant with my creations and I was failing here? Just short of ingenuity, I’m on its door steps. I’m banging on its door with mechanical fists and an innovative heart. ‘How the mighty have fallen!’ or something like that, I don’t remember what that one literature teacher told my class.
I decided the time to be pathetic has passed. I wasn’t above asking for help, I just didn’t like to do it. I picked myself off the floor, feeling my legs numbing. How long have I been laying down? I don’t even know anymore. I looked out the one window, I usually kept covered. It was dead of night, I was almost sure she was awake. This and every other time of day was her specialty. I pondered if it’d be wise to go over to her house so late. Would she be upset? I stood still for a moment before grabbing my hoodie and my work backpack. I slipped the hoodie over my shoulders, covering my head almost immediately slinging on my bag.
The road to her house was paved with dim street lights and the sound of my footsteps as the quiet suburbs offered no supporting madrigal. Lucky for me, The dark didn’t scare me at all while the thought of being alone terrified me to my core. I just hope there’s a reason I’m going all the way over to her house. She could just not be awake and I’m wasting my time. I take a right at her street, seeing her mother’s shop in sight. It wouldn’t be the first time I showed up in the middle of the night, out of the blue, but never for a reason as flimsy as this.
I approached the door with a certain feeling in my chest, heavy and warm. What was this? Whatever it may be, I didn’t have the time to find out. I wanted to see her. Hear her voice. So much, I just wanted to feel her presence near me. I decided to be polite and go around to the back of the shop, where her room window is. She has a bed and her personal effects in there but not much else. I could just knock on that window instead of the shop door and make her not go all the way there.
I peered a bit through the glass and saw her hair on the floor, a huge book as well. But it wasn’t like the Bible of Carnivorism she showed me that one time, this book was a deep purple with a velvety looking cover. It was as thick as ever, maybe 6 centimeters thicker than the Book of Carnivorism. Not that it mattered, I was more focused on her. Thick blue locks of hair tied in two ponytails despite the time of night, she was laying on her stomach as she kicked her feet back and forth. I couldn’t see her face, she was entranced by this book. Whatever she may have been writing, it certainly did interest her.
I almost felt bad interrupting but.. I needed her. I knocked on the window, seeing the figure inside slightly jump at the sound. She peered up at the window from her bedroom floor, smiling once she saw me. Almost in a jump, she got up and opened the window, pulling me in through it with both arms. “Nika! What are you doing here? It’s super late!” She whisper-yelled, as if someone was still here. “Sorry, Agi. I just… needed to see you. Is your mom here or something?” She shook her head no, but frowned at me instead. “What?” I was a bit confused by her expression. “You never call me Agi out of the blue. What happened?” She asked, pulling me into a hug since she still had me by the arms. I hugged back but my heart felt like It’d beat out of my chest if I didn’t say something.
“I’m fine, just, I haven’t been able to complete my mecha. I don’t know what I’m missing, I can’t even figure out things that seemed so simple before.” I confessed my problems to her, resting my head on her chest as I spoke softly. She petted my hair, taking off my hood in the process. “I’m no genius, but you are. However, Every genius didn’t become one without help. Everyone has had help before. If you’d like, I could try to help with it. I don’t know much about Mechs though, you know I’m not that kind of smart.” She proposed, holding me tighter. At this moment, I’d usually say no thanks and appreciate her for picking up my spirits, then just leave. Yet, I didn’t want that. No more quick trips to her just for support and then vanishing into the night. I wanted her, just her. I unwrapped my arms from her back and repositioned them on her cheeks, and my god were they soft.
She tilted her head, obviously quizzical about my actions. Truthfully, I didn’t know what I was doing either, but I just went along with what felt right. I turned her chin to face away from me, sliding my hand away from her right cheek. The soft flesh was tinged pink, but I took no time to notice. Without thinking, I pressed my lips to the flesh and puckered. Once I released, Agatha had dropped to her knees and I went with her. “Agi?” I called out and she only looked up with nervous eyes, anxiety ran through her stare. I stared back and it was the epitome of silence in this room. Awkward silence was the worst, especially since it never happened between us. Our silence was always comfortable, mutual, and understanding. This was different.
As if she knew this was uncomfortable for me too, she got up and locked her hand with mine. She led me to her bed and sat down as I followed her motion. She wouldn’t look me in the eyes, opting to gaze into her lap. Our hands were still connected, not even a small distance between them. I made no attempt to untangle while neither did she. “Nika.” She spoke out into the deafening quiet, seemingly beating it back with a stick. I nodded, meeting her now focused eyes. “What was that?” She asked, pressing her free hand to the cheek I had laid a kiss upon.
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She kissed my cheek.. Did she really kiss me? My core was spinning in confusion. One minute, I was writing in my thought journal, The next my best friend was kissing my cheek casually. Jeez, How do I always end up in messes like this? Sandro was right, I need to be more careful about what I do. Yet, I still don’t understand what I could've done that would’ve caused her to do that.
I sat on my bed with her, waiting for a response to my question. Why would she do that? Nika isn’t even interested in.. anything like that. Nika’s always been the type of girl to deep dive into her work, perfecting her mecha day and night. I’ve read her manifesto more times than I can count. And what? She comes to take a break and asks for support from me? I wouldn’t mind that, yet the kiss. I almost melted from the touch of her lips on me, that feeling, I’m sure I’d feel it for months. I could go on and on, but her hand squeezing mine snaps my attention back to her.
“I’m sorry, Agi. I wasn’t thinking, I was just doing whatever I wanted. I shouldn’t-” I gasped quietly, which cut her off mid sentence. I swallowed my nerves that threatened to clog my throat. I needed to ask. “A-are you saying you wanted to kiss me?” I breathed on, air pushing itself out of my lungs. Her face after that comment, her cheeks started to match the red bow she wore. I was fully expecting her to change the subject but she didn’t. She pulled me close by the arm and held me there. “I guess..? I only did what I thought was right at the moment.” Her voice had turned shy, I couldn't blame her. I just wonder why it felt right, not that I didn’t enjoy it. I stared at her, feeling my face heat up. It would only be fair if I got even.
Taking her by surprise, I released my hand from hers and pulled myself onto her lap. “Agi-” She tried to speak but my next action shut her up. I turned her cheek to face my lips and pressed a long kiss to it. I let go, about to back off her lap when she locked her arms around my waist in a successful attempt to keep me there. I decided to stop and sit where she wanted me too, surely with a red glow casted upon the tips of my ears and cheeks. “Just a bit of revenge.” I whispered looking away from her as her eyes bore into me, deeply filled with love. She nodded her head, slowly releasing me from her arms. “Would you like to stay with me, Tonight? I don’t know what that was.. But I'd rather have you with me right now.” I offer, taking her hand in mine. “Yeah. I don’t want to leave you alone nor do I want to be alone.” Her voice was low and soft like her hand in mine. I couldn’t help but get a warm feeling from this moment with her. She appreciated me as much as I did her.
“I know you don’t sleep, but would you mind if I did?” I shook my head no, I wouldn’t mind at all. I was so smiley that she even considered me. “I’ll try to get some rest too, but I can’t promise anything but maybe you being here will calm me enough. You know? Like some of the other times.” She nodded, taking off her shoes while I flopped back onto my bed, making space for her to get under blankets. All you could hear at this time was the rustling of blankets and the sound of whispered questions. We took the time of asking each other about personal space and whether this made anything between us awkward. In the end we decided to worry about all of that in the morning. Right now, the objective was sleeping in the comforts of each other, so that’s what we did.