When I Turned the Television On

When I Turned The Television On.

| Seth Paver |

"It's 5:30 A.M."

I rub my eyes sleepily and blink them open, my alarm clock sounding in the background.
A yawn escapes my mouth as I stretch my arms above my head.
I look around the room, glad to be in Alice's house instead of in my office.
I stand up and walk to the window.
I slide the curtains open to see Nathaniel staring back at me.

"W-Whoa, what the--"

Nathaniel lets out a yell and losts his balance.

"Nathan!!"

I hurriedly open the window in fear to check if he died or something.
Fortunately, his hand is holding on to the branch of the tree tightly.

"Nathan! Are you okay?"

He looks up at me and grins.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so."

He swings upwards and lands on the branch on his feet gracefully.

"Can I come in?"
"Sure."

I move backward to make way for Nathaniel as he leaps in through the window.

"Uh, Nathan?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you... why were you at my windowsill?"

He flushes and turns away.

"Um... nothing."

I laugh.

"Creeper!"

He turns to face me.

"Sorry! I just wanted to see you--"

I hug him happily.

"You came to see me?"

I could feel his awkward aura circling the room.

"Yes. I-I did."

I chuckle.

"You idiot, you..."

I slap his back playfully, making him gasp.
I let go of him and grin.

"You're welcome to enter through my window anytime."

He reddens again.

"Won't Alice get mad?"

I smirk.

"No, she won't."
"You sure?"
"She won't know! Just don't come in when my guard is down. Like when I'm sleeping or most especially, coming from bath and changing my clothes."
"...oh. Okay."
"You want to see me change, don't you?"
"N-No! I never thought of that! Never! Th-That's--"

I laugh hysterically while he glances away.
I take hold of his hand and squeeze it gently.

"I really don't know what I'll do without you, Nathan."