I didn't mean to! I swear!

CHAPTER 8: I dive for dust bunnies

The bed you doofus. You could have hidden anywhere and you chose under the bloody bed.

I was kind of out of options.

And now I was talking to myself. Having an actual conversation, if that isn't crazy what is?

"Ooo look... there's no scary monsters." Falcon chuckled.

Suddenly there was an immense pressure on my chest and my head was forced down.

Obviously Prince Stupid was sitting on top of my hiding place. But the forced head movement showed something else.

One of my sneakers was sticking out from under the bed. My foot still attached to it.

Shit. Hell. Bannana.

Suddenly two figures emerged from the just visible doorway. One was obviously Luca with his stonewashed jeans and combat boots and the other had to be my mystery room mate.

The uncomfortable and neck breaking position I was in allowed them to glimpse both my very visble shoe and to them extremely contorted face.

I couldn't however see Falcon... the dunce because he was... for lack of a better wording sitting on me. And let me tell you he was as heavy as fudge.

A deep throaty chuckle echoed from above me and I felt the vibrations along my spine. Later I would use this to explain the tingles that chuckle caused me. Later... but not now.

"What is up with the two of you? Honestly you look constipated." I could hear the sarcastic smirk in his voice and it irked me that a perfect picture formed in my minds eye.

"Bad milk at breakfast." Unknown room mate muttered glancing down at my sneaker.

This caught Falcons attention undoubtedly because he hopped off the bed and made to pick it up. But before he could Luca tackled him.

I barely suppressed a groan as the combined weight of the two hit me full force. It was like two fully grown elephants were sitting on my back. I heard shuffling and arguing as they rolled around fighting.

At one point someone- I think Falcon- landed a hit to a very sensitive point on the male anatomy because the other -Luca- started cursing so strongly and continuously that even my ears rang.

Unknown room mate took the opportunity to mouth some very choice words at me.

"Get your ****ing foot out of that ****ing shoe for ****'s sake."

Taking his words to heart and using the boy's violence toward another to my advantage I shimmied my foot out of the shoe, and attempted to curl up further under the bed.

Unfortunately the bed I had dived under wasn't pushed against a wall so now my butt nearly stuck out the other end. Cursing silently I pulled myself in further but my elbow nudged the bed above me and I felt the movement stop.

"What was that?" Falcons deep voice questioned.

Immediately half the weight was off my chest and I saw the geek Todds polished shoes in front of the bed.

"I could have sworn something nudged me on the-"

"You always feel that somethings nudging you down there you perverted ****." Unknown room mate chortled.

"If we reacted every time you felt movement there buddy we'd be eternally busy. Which is most likely why we don't give a flying ****." Luca put in jumping of the bed and convienintly shielding my form.

A good thing to because as soon as he did that Falcon leaned down and plucked up my shoe. I caught the briefest glimpse of onyx black hair and a touch of stormy eyes.

The content of a hurrican could have been contained in those eyes. Now they were alight with mischief as he straightened my favourite sneaker in hand.

"No wonder you were so damned jumpy. And you say I'm the one who feels a bit too much down town." He said condescendingly. "If you wanted to entertain female company my friends and were a bit to busy for our usual antics all you had to do was say."

His tone was light hearted and held knowing mischief which led me to wonder how many times Falcon had hidden girls for that very reason. Not that he'd be ashamed enough to be caught to hide them. He most likely sold tickets.

And I would bet money that people payed.

My inner voice was disgustingly perverted and I admitted it.

But my blood ran cold when Falcon opened his mouth again.

"This shoe... looks oddly familiar."

Now you maybe thinking damn dude it's a black converse of course it does. Almost every person alive has one. But here's were my stupidity peaked and where converse lovers everywhere would undoubtedly hate me.

I had uh.... how do I put this... updated.. My sneakers.

Two pairs in particular to be exact. Don't worry I hadn't messed with the others but these two pairs. One a black the other dark blue were my favourites for a reason, one which I had worn on the single occasion on which the widget had seen me. The blue was in my bag with its other half lost to an airport but its near identical black was in Falcon's bleeding hand.

"Youre losing it mate. Now you're identifying with sneakers. Whats next actually remembering the girls you date."

Falcon laughed uneasily but dropped the shoe.

"Damn today messed me up good didn't it?" He growled. "Well since you're entertaining and I'm obviously in need of something else. I'm gonna leave you guys to it."

"You sure man I saw an epic club not far from here." Unknown piped up.

Falcon rumbled thraotily again. "**** it come on then. Let's go."

I sighed in relief as three separate pairs of shoes exited and the door slammed shut.

I crawled our from under the bed and winced at my dusty appearance. I needed a hot shower desperately.

The only shower on this level was way down the corridor so I grabbed all the thing I would need and headed out.

One glorious hour later I exited the bathroom. I had practically scrubbed my hair and skin raw, but it left me refreshed.

A soft blue towel encased my form held together in the centre by my hand. My wet hair dripped down my back leaving wet trails of icy cold where it touched and my footsteps held a distinct flip sound due to the bathroom slippers.

I had left my robe in my room and already regretted as I wandered down the corridor. It was thankfully deserted as most of the floors inhabitants had gone to the very same club the boys mentioned. I knew only because I overheard a girl gushing as I was bathing.

Normally I would have attended, but today all the climbing and diving and reckless hiding had left me a little exhausted. So when I got to my room I changed into my most comfortable pyjamas. An oversized Green Arrow shirt and black short shorts.

Hastily towel drying my dripping black hair I flopped onto my bed not bothering to get under the covers and turned out the light with a sigh

Hopefully tomorrow would be nothing like today.

Hopefully.