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Kimi turned off the tap and wiped his hands dry on a rag. “I’m off to be—”

“Wait!” Kara lightly tapped her head to rid it of an itch as she said, “maybe we could watch a movie. Or a clip. Or—”

“Mother, since when did we spend my bedtime watching movies and clips?” Kimi leaned against the sink and folded his arms, a questioning look on his face. “Mother, are you going to be freaking abducted tomorrow?” He raised an eyebrow.

Kara scoffed. “No. I... I... I just want to... you know... get to know my son better.” She leaned against the counter and placed a hand on her waist. “Yeah, b-better.”

Kimi frowned. “You carried me in your womb for nine months, went through a lot of freaking pain and delivered me with a squirt, and you don’t know much about me.” Kimi unfolded his arms. “I’m freaking hurt.”

“You—”

“Actually I’m—” Kimi stopped as his mother gave him a menacing look. He cleared his throat. “After all you are my mother, obviously, and you call the shots, freaking obviously.”

Kara nodded with a witty smile. “We’re watching The Notebook.”

His shoulders sagged. “Mother I freaking have school tomorrow.”

Kara shook her head and pulled off her apron. “Nope. Tomorrow is Saturday and you’re watching The Notebook with me. Period.”

Kimi huffed. “Mothers.”

“Children.” Kara sighed.

After all  I am indebted to you as a mother. Kara sighed. Children.

*

The rays of the sun blared through the window as Kimi searched his drawers with a worried expression. He huffed.

Fuck. Not again. He banged the drawer shut. Did it even last up to a month! Fuck!

Pulling on a hoodie, Kimi shuffled out of his bedroom, his wallet and a pair of sandals in his hands. “Mother I’m going to the supermarket to get a few items!”

The door to Kara’s bedroom squeaked open. “Can you please get me a packet of salt and a bottle of olive oil?”

“Oh, okay.” Kimi put on his sandals and opened the door.

“Don’t talk to any stranger!” She held her neck.

“I’m not a freaking baby,” Kimi called out as he shut the door.

Kara sighed and shut her bedroom’s door. She massaged her neck—relieving it of every stress—as she moved to the bathroom but stopped as her eyes caught sight of the remnant of the previous day’s message. She groaned and walked back into her room.

*

Kimi sighed as the light, morning breeze swept across his face with a lingering earthy smell. He pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt and raised his gaze to the clear, blue sky, squinting against the harsh sunlight.

His strolling was disturbed by a person who collided into him. “Fuck! Can’t you see where you’re—” Kimi paused as the person looked down at him past the shadows of their baseball cap. “Dae-yang?”

“Good Morning Kimi,” Dae-yang greeted as she adjusted her auburn hair—which was dyed neon green at the edges—that was packed in a low ponytail and pulled off her headphone. “What are you doing out this blissful Saturday morning?”

“What are you doing freaking colliding with people this hot Saturday morning?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“Jogging,” Dae-yang answered simply as she gestured to her brown jogging outfit.

Kimi sighed and stared warily at Dae-yang as he noticed something amiss about her. “Why are your eyes looking blue?” he asked curiously because he vividly remembered her doe, brown eyes which he had looked into the previous day.

“Oh.” Dae-yang rubbed her eyes. “I was up studying late last night and I had no sleep. And again, the harsh sun.”

Kimi scoffed and walked past Dae-yang so he could continue his walk to the supermarket. However, the sound of Dae-yang following him made him stop in his track. He turned to glare at a neutral-faced Dae-yang.

“What?”

“Can you stop freaking following me?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“I’m not following you.” Dae-yang stared at her wristwatch. “I’m going home.”

“Then walk on the other lane.”

But Dae-yang just tilted her head like a confused rat. “But I jogged from home on this lane. So in order jog back home I need to use this lane.” She pointed down the concrete floor. “This leads me back to my house. I need to follow the paved lane.”

Kimi rolled his eyes and continued his walk. He exhaled as he noticed Dae-yang put back her headphone over her ears. “Immaculate silence.”

The walk to the supermarket was silent. When Kimi walked past the automatic doors, it was then that he realized that Dae-yang was still standing beside him.

Then my enemies are all liars because all that glitters is silence.

He sighed. “Is this your house?”

“No? This is where I need to purchase my sanitary pads that are running low,” she answered as she pulled down her headphone.

“Gross,” Kimi moaned and walked towards an aisle. He just pursed his lips as he and Dae-yang perused the various shelves.

“So...”

Kimi keened and drooped his shoulders.

“Have you joined the school’s GLBTQA club?”

Kimi froze and glared up at Dae-yang. “Excuse me?”

Dae-yang shrugged. “Sorry, but I’m just assuming that you’re still questioning.” She peered slowly at Kimi. “Or, are you aromatic?”

“No.”

“Gay?”

“No.”

“Bisexual?”

“No.”

“Straight?”

“No.” Kimi bit the inside of his cheek; he swore internally to the heavens that placed him in his mother’s womb when he noticed that Dae-yang was not letting up.

“Pan?” Dae-yang inched closer to him, her nose a hair’s breath from being buried in Kimi’s black, corkscrewed afro.

“No.”

“Ace?”

“No,” he hissed, his eyes shut in anger.

Clearly, the people around them could notice—like the questioner herself—that Dae-yang’s questions were annoying Kimi like continuous prick’s against his skin, because his shoulders were vibrating with restrained anger.

“Lesbian?” she asked, unsure, earning funny stares from other customers.

“No.”

“Questioning?”

“No.” A vein had started throbbing on his forehead.

“Trans?”

“No,” Kimi grumbled and opened his eyes and glared at Dae-yang.

Dae-yang gulped and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Then what are you?”

“I’m fucking pissed!” Kimi roared, spit flying everywhere and his voice rattling the whole building. Customers glanced at him in fright and slid away with their trolley.

Dae-yang’s face contorted in confusion. “That means you fucking belong to the GLBTQAP club.” She held her chin. “Nice.”

Kimi released a dragged moan as he hunched his back in frustration. “Since you freaking need something from this aisle why don’t I freaking get it and you can help me freaking get some other stuffs.”

Dae-yang grinned. “Really?”

Kimi nodded as he rubbed his hands together in expectancy. “Get me a pack of salt and a bottle of olive oil.”

“Cooking?”

Kimi shrugged. “Just get the oil.”

“Aye aye commander.” Dae-yang placed two fingers on her forehead in mock salute. “The name’s Silver Moon: Extra Long.” She dropped her hand. “Can you manage?”

“I’ll survive,” he sighed.

Dae-yang shrugged and scurried to the other aisle. “Don’t talk to any stranger!” she called after her.

Kimi rolled his eyes. “I’m not a freaking...” Kimi instantly spotted the pad in a matter of seconds and picked it up—it was right in front of where Dae-yang was standing. “...baby.”

Funny.

“She’s a bundle of sunshine,” came an amused, deep voice.

The item slipped out of Kimi’s hands and he stared up; he instantly recognized his teacher. “Mr. Marshall?”

Mr. Marshall smiled faintly. “Hello.”

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