Knock! Knock! (COMPLETED)

8: I Like

8: I Like

ZAB

I gawked at the situation I'm in.

Dearil, the red haired death guy... on my bed with white sheets.

Nasaan ang kanyang itim na damit? At ang kanyang buhok, ang gulo niyon na tila ba sinabunutan siya ng sampung kamay. Uh, maybe some Breeze. Heck, don't mind me.

Death man grinned at the half-naked J3... Oh, his pants were halfway through his thighs and it was showing proof of his mad pet under his blue boxer shorts.

Dearil's forehead creased. Huh, great actors deserve Oscar's! "Dude, why are you stripping?" Humarap siya sa akin at bahagya pang napahikab. "Hey, hun, cookies done? Who's that assface dude?"

Shit. What game is Dearil pulling?

I saw J3's face turn sour. And I love seeing that look on him. I think I like this better than the shovel or the bleach or kerosene and lighter. "Shit, Zab! Who's that guy?!" tanong ni J3.

Don't shout at me, asshole. "Uh, nakikita mo siya?" hindi makapaniwalang tanong ko.

J3 groaned. "Who cannot see someone with red hair lying on an all white bed?"

Blind people, silly.

"Oh but... You can really see him?!" What sorcery is this? Patay na ba si J3?!

If so, yas! That works for me!

If not, is he like me? I mean, can see grim reapers or something like that.

"Zab, wala ka ba sa tamang pag-iisip mo?" naiinis na tanong niya.

"Hey, hun, I'll get the gun and you get the shovel," sabat ni Dearil sa usapan namin. He shoved his hand under my pillow at nang ilabas niya ang kanyang kamay ay nakaporma iyon na baril.

But shit is real when J3 tripped in fright with a gun hand gesture.

"Hun, get the shovel now," wika ulit ni Dearil.

What?! What?! Hindi ko maintindihan but I feel like getting it so I did.

Nanginginig na itinaas ni J3 ang dalawang kamay. "Shit, you two are psychos!"

Inayos niya ang pantalon at halos gumapang na palabas ng kwarto. He then grabbed his shirt on the floor. "Sorry, dude, didn't know about you..." Nagawa na niyang isuot nang maayos ang damit. He grabbed his shoes and stumbled out the door. "And dude, you're an assface too."

Napatingin na lamang ako sa pintong nilabasan niya. Huh, takot naman pala. Who says his attack while running away? And what? Scared of a hand gesture?

Lumapit ako sa kama at hinablot ang kumot sa katawan ni Dearil. Half-naked annoying guy laid comfortably.

"What was that?" I asked.

He blew on the tip of his fingers like it's a real gun. "The dude's scared of a gun."

"You mean gun hand gesture."

Red hair laughed. "Trust me Elizabeth, he saw a gun."

"Stop calling me Elizabeth or else, I'll kill you." I really mean my words even if he cannot possibly be killed.

"You cannot kill me." He rested his hands at the back of his head. His pale skin complimented his red hair and the white sheets. But shit, that's my bed.

"Umalis ka sa kama ko."

He frowned. "You prefer that douche bag on your bed?"

Napamasahe ako sa sintido ko. "Teka lang ah. Tama ba ang nakita ko? He spoke with you? Red hair, he can see you too?!"