The sky is a conspiracy of stars

11) I give up.

This isn't good.

The morning sun perks up and the light passes through the windows and I squint my eyes due to the light.

It is a Sunday.

A lazy day.

So I plan to lie around for a while.

But, I am met with loud music and my ears threaten to burst out.

As I open my eyes, I see Mr. Casanova trying to fix the speakers.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry”, he muttered.

He was too focused on the broken thing.

“We are having a party tonight, that's why I need to fix it”, he says.

As I rub my eyes properly and see him, it's then that it occurs to me that he doesn't has a proper shirt on. He is in his boxers and a vest?

“You have to excuse me for the attire because I don't have time right now”, he says and smiles.

Whatever!

I go into the washroom and freshen up.

I have no mood to eat right now.

It nauseates me.

So, I decide to sleep again.

I feel water drops falling on top of my cheek... And all of a sudden there is a whole cascade of water falling over me.

I gasp and get up.

“You seriously need something to eat”, he says and I turn to look at him.

His lips form a scowl.

His lips.

They look so plump and pink, I wish, I could hold them between mine.

His cheeks redden a bit and he grins wide.

Is his girlfriend coming over or something?

His smile falls down.

What's up with him?

“I am calling over Sriya to get some breakfast. I will ask her to get something for you too”, he stammers.

Is he sort of reading my mind or something?

Whatever!

I go to my closet to get something to change into, but I just remember, all of my hoodies are sent for laundry.

Good grief!

Now I have nothing to change into!?

I hear a whistle from my back. He is still doing some mechanical work on his speakers.

He stands up and opens his closet.

He is searching for something, too seriously.

After he finds what he is searching, he smiles contentfully and turns around.

He throws a T-shirt and a pair of his boxers at me.

“Wear these till Sriya comes”, he says and gets back into his work.

I look at the clothes confused.

However, I go into the washroom to change.

This is bad.

His boxers are too loose for me. They are even slipping down my waist and that is worse. I can't go out like this.

His T-shirt reaches to my mid thigh, and I think, that's enough.