Kiss With A Fist
I walked into the front hall, exhausted from spending the entire Sunday at the club, with several twenty-minute breaks. I glanced at my watch and gasped.
It was already eleven, I still had my homework to do and Jason had probably decided not to do his. I sighed. At least it was only the first week of school.
"Levi? Is that you?" Jayden called out from somewhere in the apartment.
"Yeah," I replied, flopping onto the old, battered couch. I flipped on the news, not really paying attention to it.
"You hungry?" he asked, emerging from the kitchen.
"There's leftovers in the fridge. Do you want me to heat it up?" I didn't reply; I was too busy reading the headlines. My eyes were glued to the television screen as I turned up the volume.
". . . A local gang leader was found beaten up in an alley on Elm Street, Friday night. Witnesses in the neighborhood say that they saw two figures-believed to be a man and a woman-leave the alley around eleven o'clock pm. Our source says that the man was limping and using the female for support, but besides an estimation of height, no other descriptions were available. There was obviously a scuffle, traces of blood have been found, and police are investigating.
"Last night, the Conservatives won the re-election for Canadian prime minister . . ." the woman droned on. A weight made the other end of the sofa dip, and I looked into Jayden's eyes, the fear in my own reflecting back at me.
"The blood . . ." I said, just as he said:
"Don't worry . . ."
"But what if they realize that you were there?"
"Even if they do realize I was there, they don't know where I am now. They don't know that I'm here with you." Jayden replied confidently. I smiled at him as I realized that he was right.
Suddenly, he wrinkled his nose.
"You smell like smoke and alcohol." He replied, scooting away from me. I raised an eyebrow. "I'm trying to quit smoking, smelling you isn't helping."
"Oh." I scurried off to take a shower.
I couldn't believe that Jayden was such an amazing cook. His lasagna was to die for-literally. I was starving, and it was so good, I was done eating in no time.
As I finished, I sighed pushing the plate away. I leaned back and sighed again. It felt so good to come home and not have to worry about cooking dinner, instead getting to eat someone else's food for a change.
"You full?" Jayden asked, finishing up the last of the lasagna. I nodded, letting out a long and loud burp that would've made even a pirate blush.
"Sorry," I muttered as he looked at me strangely. After a while, I couldn't take the silence any longer and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head and got up to do the dishes.
Jayden and I worked together on te dishes, with him washing, and me drying.
I was doing my homework when a shadow fell over my paper, and I turned around just in time to see Jayden's body fall limp to the ground.
I rushed over to him, but he was out cold. I grabbed his arm and immediately let go, a sense of déjà vu sweeping through me. I once again dragged him to my room, pulling him on top of my bed and tucked him in securely.