"Well, then I'm sorry for saying all that…"
"No, it's okay. Although I should be the one worried."
"Just because you're her brother doesn't mean the rest of us can't worry too."
"I know you just want to look good in front of me, so I'll let you hook up with my sister, but you should know that if you do that, you won't be my friend anymore."
"Of course, then we'll be family."
After a brief silence, we both started laughing a bit. At least our spirits have returned.
After that, we went back to my sister's room.
"Your sister is sick, and the first thing you do is hook up with your friend…"
"What's wrong? Do you want us to take care of you?" &$%" said.
"I'd rather die from this sore throat than have you lay your hands on me."
"Wow, I can see you're having a hard time," I scolded &$%"!
"Give me a month and you'll see."
After fooling around for a while longer, we picked up the fan handle and left it leaning to the side where it wouldn't get in the way. I'll tell my dad later to fix it. After that, my sister didn't want to lie down anymore. It was as if the fright had cured her illness, and now she only had a runny nose. She didn't want to take off her scarf, though.
"By the way, did you just come to bother me, or do you want something else?" my sister said, sounding slightly annoyed and hoarse. Still, you could tell she was happy to see us. She's a terrible liar.
"No, we just came to bother you."
"I came for that, and for water too."
"When did you ask me for water?"
"No, not once, just now I'm thirsty."
"What a shitty excuse... Well, if all this has been keeping you busy, the door is calling."
"Are you kicking us out so fast?"
"Yes! I can't play quietly with two retarded kids in my room." Even now she's laughing at us...
"You know bad people can't play computer games, right?"
"I-I'm better now! Come on! Shoo, Shoo!"
"Okay, okay, then we'll leave your room." &$%"! He started to leave.
"Well, here we leave you alone with your cool dating game, desperate woman."
"It's not a dating game!!! It's a serious novel in which you're told a touching story and realistic characters, plus-"
I closed the door behind me. Neither of us was willing to listen to his speech. I was the least of all, because I already knew what he was saying wasn't a lie. &$%"! had beaten me to it and was already in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water.
"You know my house better than your own…"
"Look, if I get thirsty, I'll have to get myself a glass of water, right?"
And he doesn't deny it.
Amaya may have been acting weird lately, but she's going to be okay. She may be sick now, but she'll recover, and then she'll move on.
There's just one thing that bothers me.
-Why did she actually have a scarf?
After seeing my sister, the thirsty man and I hung out for a bit longer, although that bit ended up dragging on. We agreed to meet for dinner, even though we were going to the convention tomorrow.
We went to a fast food restaurant near &$%"!'s neighborhood, which is doing surprisingly well.
It was very entertaining. I didn't have time to realize I'd been mentally blank the entire time.
When you forget who you are, or the things that happen to you, you have more fun. Especially when you bring together two 15-year-olds who share a brain cell.
I got home tired, but I had enjoyed it.
I barely spoke to my sister because the topic of conversation didn't come up, although I did ask my father about the fan.
"Have you looked at it yet?"
"I'll look at it on Sunday. If it's broken again, it would be better to replace it right away."
My father left work earlier, even though I told him nothing had happened to Amaya.
I don't know if it was a good decision for him, but if he came, I suppose he doesn't regret it.
My father was talking to my sister during dinner about what had happened. He was mostly confused, because he was sure he'd fixed it all right.
I guess the fan was on its last legs.
After finishing dinner, I watched videos on the computer for a while.
He asked me if I would break the streak of dreams today or not… Well, I already know a streak I won't break today... heh.
This has been by far the most interesting week I've ever had in my entire life. There hasn't been a single day when nothing has happened, and then there's the dream thing.
I almost never dream. Not counting the last few, I hadn't had a dream in about two years. Whenever I slept, I did so in complete peace. Well maybe I did have dreams, it's just that I didn't recall any.
"...Could it be a mental illness?" I said out loud, to no one in particular.
I wasn't sure. So, what better thing to do than look it up on the internet?
" Yes", it turned out that it was a mental problem…
Well, for now, I'm going to wait until I have 7 dreams in a row, then I'll see.
It's not like I'm going to trust what the internet tells me. I'm not that stupid.
While I was overthinking, I remembered I had to get up early today. Hopefully, I won't get excited and nervous at night, and that way I'll sleep well.
Thank goodness I wasn't wrong, and it wasn't long before I went to sleep.