over again, seventh step

over again
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going back to the corner, where i first saw you. gonna camp in my sleeping bag, i'm not gonna move. got some words on the cardboard, got your picture in my hand. saying, if you see this girl can you tell her where i am.
i woke up to the sound of my ringtone, annoyed that the caller couldn't use his or her common sense that the reason no one answered is probably because i am sleeping. i answered without looking at the caller ID.
morning may i know who the fuck is this? 
morning sunshine 
christ. 
yupp.
do you know it's rude to call people early in the morning? 
it's just you christine. come on, help me open the door. i got your breakfast covered.
once again, he ended the call before i was able to reply. i rolled out of bed, dragged my feet to the door, opened it, dragged my feet back to my room and flopped on the bed, head first. about ten seconds later christ heavy footsteps were heard. to me sleep is more important, hence, i simply ignored him but before i know it, he was tickling me.
STOP!!!! i shrieked
then wake up!!
NO!
come on your breakfast is getting cold.
my vision got clearer and i realized i was in my FBT shorts and oversized singlet. immediately i grabbed my blanket and cover myself with it.
okay! i am up, can you get out so i can change into something that is less revealing?
and only now she realizes.
yes, it's the morning doofus.
okay okay chill. i'll be on the couch. he held his hands up trying to show the 'no offence' sign and slowly backed out of the room then closing the door.
i got out of bed, again, took the shirt that was on top of the pile from my closet and went to the bathroom.
i had a quick bath and brushed my teeth and strolled to the living room. christ had already set the table for breakfast but he, was not ready for it. when christ said he will be on the couch, he was literally on the couch. he was sleeping. he was hugging the human sized teddy bear and sucking his thumb. i actually ran back to my room to get my phone to snap a picture of his ridiculous face. it was all too funny. a grown man is sleeping in my living room, while hugging my teddy bear and sucking his thumb. trust me, this probably only happens once in a blue moon and only if you are lucky. satisfied with the photos i left my phone on the table. for me, now is the time for revenge. i jumped on him shouting 'REVENGE!' and tickled him mercilessly.he screamed like how little kids does and wriggled around which leads him to falling off the couch and hitting the floor. i burst out laughing.
that is real evil of you. he mumbled rubbing his head
oh, i am so sorry are you okay? i said sincerely and slowly reached out to the floor.
when he was about to reply, he realized that i wasn't referring to him but the floor he just pout. i giggled while christ just stared at me.
if only stares could kill, i'd be dead by now. are you alright?
you think? i got jumped on in the middle of my sleep.
you'll be fine. so why are you here?
it's the first of november. remember?
oh right. the experiment. breakfast first?
sure. breakfast first.
the first few moments were silent. gradually i guess he was unable to take it, he asked,
how are you able to sleep peacefully?
what do you mean? i replied, totally caught off guard.
it's like when you lose someone you hold close to you, every night just before you sleep they tend to haunt you. so how are you able to sleep?
i try to accept the fact and listen to classical music to sleep.
ohhh. then shall we get started? my box is here. christ changed the topic immediately.
i got the box out from my closet and brought it to the living room.
you ready?
ever ready.
on the count of three, you'll pick out one from my box and i from yours.
okay
one, two, three!
i reached out for the one deepest in the box and pulled it out the same time as christ did. he looked at me smiling. i smiled back sticking my tongue out at the same time.
well, ladies first.
okay. i said reluctantly.
slowly i slide the metal ring out and rolled open the paper. i silently read then i glared at him.
woah woah. if only eyes can kill. what did i write?
go out for a movie date with you wearing a dress. A DRESS. really?
well, i've never seen you in a dress.
do you believe in karma?
not really.
how about you open yours and see what i have written for you?
he stared at the small note suspiciously and slowly unbind the note exchanging looks with me for every movement he made. christ unrolled the paper, each time he opened it a little his head would move back. it feels like the note have some repelling power over him. deciding he should quickly get done and over it, he just unrolled the rest of the note. after a few seconds his facial expression changed. his mouth was similar to a line and his brows almost parallel to them.
now i believe in karma.
then he faced the written part to me.
wear a dress and go to lunch with me. 
i burst out laughing.
karma do exist, see?
he just sighed. we compared our schedules and decide to catch a movie and lunch on wednesday.
now to the next box. we are going to do it slightly different. we will take turns to pick and if the note is yours you wll have to hand it over to me and i will only read it when you're not around. while, if it's mine you only read it when i leave. then at night we'll talk about it through texting or by call to share with each other why we don't want that memory. sounds good?
yeah. fine by me.
he took out the third box and pushed it towards me. hesitantly. i reached out and took out the first metal ring i touched. opened it, i feel a wave of relief brushed over me. it was christ's.
yours.
okay so don't read it yet. so this is all for today so you can contact me tonight if you wan to know more.
he stood up abruptly.
i'll be going now. i've got work to do. i'll see you tomorrow.
he left the house without hearing my reply or to say goodbye. i wondered what it was that he wrote that made him that uneasy. i lifted the paper and read:
my mum's passing. i  felt that i have only made her worry and i was never there for her. the only time i prioritize to spend time with her instead of my friends was when she was in the hospital bed. at that time, there was nothing i could do anymore. all i could do was to hold her frail hands and say sorry. 
although i never knew who my mum was but to know that he lost her with regrets, it's the worst. there will always be a part of him that feels that he is not a filial son. that all he done was to made his  mum upset. but i was in no position to say anything. i grew up in an orphanage, i don't know how it feels to have a family. i feel like i should console him but i don't know where to start. guess i could only know more when we text at night. when i know if he is still stuck in the past. for now, i guess it's just up to him to handle. i got up threw the paper bags and wrappings in the dustbin and went to check on the cafe.
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that's all for today midnight bunnies!!
have fun and sleep early!!