XIII - Viking Moron Again

Keith tries to steal my pink cotton candy, which I slap his hands away. I take a huge bite off the candy that melts into my mouth.

We end up having cotton candy to eat because other shops refuse to let Keith and me in after our little argument over everything. I won’t be surprised if the whole town closes early because of us.

“That’s not fair! I want a piece too!” Keith whines, trying to steal my cotton candy again.

I smack the back of his head with my free hand. “If you weren’t being an idiot, you wouldn’t have let that small boy steal your cotton candy.”

“He said he only wanted a small piece! How can I say ‘no’ to kids?” Keith argues.

“You could have! Look at what happened! If his parents were thieves, they would be proud of their son,” I remark before eating more cotton candy.

Keith is about to reply when I cut him off by saying, “Why don’t you make yourself useful by catching a taxi for us? Hmm?”

The redhead scowls at me and stomps away. I laugh silently at his childish behavior.

I enjoy myself the next few minutes, sitting on the bench in a park while eating cotton candy. It is nice not to have Keith annoy me. I close my eyes in exhaustion.

A part of me feels empty somehow. It is like I want Keith to be here. I want Keith to hold me and make me feel safe. Keith is like the old Gerard. In fact, Keith McGregor is far better than Gerard Ross.

With him around, my life will never be dull.

Even if he can sometimes be a cowardly redhead who always wear the Scottish skirt and the cute red checker hat.

“Kaya!”

Go away! My daydream about Keith is too nice.

“Run, Kaya!”

Can’t the owner of the voice just go and die in a pit hole in Brazil? Or even better: getting eaten by the Loch Ness Monster?

“Bloody English fool! Get up and start running!”

When he says this, I open my eyes to glare at the idiotic Scot. Keith runs towards my direction, looking like he’s being chased by crazy fangirls.

It’s not a bunch of crazy fangirls that are chasing him; it’s Viking moron.

Just to freshen up your memory, Viking moron is the one who Keith crashed into before we got lost in the supposed haunted woods. I wonder if he stills carry his rifle with him…

“Kaya! Didn’t you listen to what I was yelling at you just now?!” Keith snaps while passing by me. His face, especially his nose, is red.

It takes me a second to process his words before strapping my knapsack quickly to my back and running after the redhead.

“Where are we going?” I ask Keith, looking at the back to see Viking moron gaining on us. He looks like Santa Claus with his thick curly white beard.

Children will be traumatized for life if he chased them like he does to us.

“Get back here, you cowards! Do you have any idea how much it costs to fix up that truck?!” he yells, not giving Keith the chance to answer me.

Keith takes my hand and pulls me to go faster. The next thing I know, we’re in the woods.

“We have to turn back!” I say in panic. “We can’t afford to get lost once more!”

“Cowards!” Viking moron yells, making me jump out of my skin.

I have almost forgotten that he is the reason why we reenter the woods. Darn it! Why does he have to be in the only town Keith and I managed to find?

Keith is suddenly not by my side anymore.

“Skirt Boy!” I yell.

The Viking moron manages to pin him to the ground with an evil look on his face. Skirt Boy attempts to defend himself by putting his hand up, in front of his face.

“Hey! Pick on somebody your own size!” I shout as I charge for Viking moron, successfully dropping him to the ground without hurting Keith.

Viking moron and I groan at the pain.

“Kaya!” I hear Skirt Boy say my name.

I giggle hysterically.

“Kaya? Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding?” Three blurry Keiths appear in my view.

“Nine,” I answer in between my giggles.

Keith frowns. “It’s actually three.”

“Three to the power of two is nine!”

Keith rolls his eyes. “Come on. I think you knocked him out with that stunt of yours.”

“Can I just sleep for awhile?” I ask, yawning loudly. Fatigue overcomes my system.

“No. Now get your lazy bum up.”

I pout. “Fine!”

The redhead helps me up. It takes me a moment to gain my stability because of the weight of my knapsack on me. No wonder I can knock Viking moron easily yet painfully.

“Are you feeling a little saner?” he asks once I’m well enough to walk. I do not answer him.

Keith checks Viking moron whether he’s still breathing and then sighs in relief.

“We should try to get back to town and catch a taxi. This man will wake up in a few minutes time,” he mumbles.

“Keith, why is six afraid of seven?” I ask out of the blue, trying so hard not to laugh.

He frowns at me again. “Why…?”

“Because seven eight (ate) nine!” With that I start to laugh like a maniac.

“English people are mentally ill,” he grumbles.

He has no idea how mentally ill I can be in the next few minutes…