CHAPTER 4:

She was standing behind me. She had leaned forward to look directly at my face. I saw her amber eyes for the first time then. Her face up close was so much prettier. It felt like something I had to protect.

"you are done sleeping princess(sarcastic grin)"—me.

"very funny"—girl.

Whoa….whoa..

She is not…angry?

Is it what I think it is?

I looked at her a little longer. This time I turned around. She looked away when I stared into her eyes. I wanted to descend but I was not ready to get them crushed yet.

"what's the matter?"—me.

"what?"—girl.

"I thought you didn't want me looking at you"—me.

(Getting up from sitting)

"Well while I was asleep I realised that if we are stuck in such a situation I cannot stop you from looking at me. You will always be distracted if I stop you. And also I don't feel conscious of your stares anymore. Also, you are not that attractive compared to me. So, you know I don't mind you staring at me."—girl. She smiled at me.

I didn't know if I was supposed to be happy

I don't mind you starring...

Or if I was supposed to compete.

You are not attractive.

I decided that whether she is okay or not okay it would be better to not act like a pervert while she was being an adult. I smiled at her too. We turned to my left (her right). We were standing aside and we looked at the window in the ceiling.

"so what do you think?"—girl.

"About what?"—me.

What is she thinking?

"It is not that high up you know. If we climb up on each other…"—girl.

"What the…..absolutely not!!"—me.

"Why not ...I am fine with it"—girl.

"Well, I am not….we can't. We are naked after all..."—me.

And if we climb there like that there will be touching. I will get ….. That again.

"so what are you saying we wait here. Have a family, some kids, then some more kids."—girl.

She smiled sarcastically. I went red for a second when she said,

Have a family.

"no..not really.."—me.

"But we have to do something"—girl.

Yes. We had to do something. There was no way we were going to stay there hopelessly waiting for something to happen. We had to do something. I did think of the way she was suggesting while I was waiting to get calmed down but back then it was too dangerous to even mention something in which we were closer than we were.

Only if I had a rope or something…

I looked down at the floor. I closed my eyes and thought of the things that would be useful right now.

Ropes,…ladder,….most importantly clothes….a shirt pant…a good dress for her…maybe she would look good in black….maybe white….what about inners….maybe those in red….heh heh...

No no, you idiot pervert. Think about useful things.

"hey"-girl

(I didn't hear her)

"hey"—girl.

(I didn't again)

"hey, stupid ass"—girl.

I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"what?"—me.

She pointed in the direction she was looking at. Her eyes were wide open.

I looked in that direction and –

What the hell---

How the hell is that even possible?

I can't.

I can't fucking believe this.

What I saw was a pile of things in the corner. The first reason I was surprised was that the room had been empty except for me and her for the last twelve hours or so. It was empty and now there were things in here.

The second reason for my surprise was that everything in that pile was everything I thought about in my head a second ago.

A rope, a ladder, a shirt pant, a dress in white and black, some women underwear in red and blue.

It blew my mind away. I sat down on the concrete floor as I looked at that.

I looked at her then,

"How did those things come here?"—me.

"I don't know "—girl.

She looked at me.

"one second there was nothing and the next second there were all those things."—girl.

As if appearing out of thin air.

Like magic.

"How is this possible?"—girl.

She checked through the things and I was standing behind her. Frozen.

All this time.

All I had to do was imagine.

Just think of things.

That is fucking ridiculous.

That is….

Oh no.

I realised that there were those clothing items I imagined about. They were in there too. I knew I had to tell her the truth and I knew that she would either laugh at me or kick me in between the legs if I did.

Well.

I can also not tell her.

I mean she would never know.

Who can imagine that?

(Mental laugh)

But I still had to tell her about it. She trusted me. She was not ready at first but she pushed herself to trust someone like me. I had to return her trust with the same. Otherwise, I would be a pathetic rascal who can only think about lewd stuff.

"hey"—me.

"what?"—girl.

She was already putting on the underwear.

She looks more attractive with clothes on….

Dammit idiot, focus..

"want to hear something crazy"—me.

"what?"—girl.