DancingKitsune

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Today was the start of spring break… Okay, so maybe tomorrow was the official start of spring break, but today was Friday, so as far as I was concerned spring break had started as soon as me and Artimes dropped our book bags when we were in his room.

I flip another page in the Seventeen magazine and I come up to another boring article that I’ve already read twice in the last hour. I turn my head to the side to see the edge of the top of Artimes’ bed. I could hear him typing away like a madman on his laptop. I prop my head in my hands as my face screwed into an expression of both boredom and concentration.

“Hey Artimes, I’m bored…” I call up to him from the floor. He pauses in his typing for a few seconds before replying.

“Do you have something in mind, or are you just making the statement?” he calls back at me from the bed. I can hear the humor and sarcasm in his voice, so I laugh a bit as he continues typing. I sit up and fold my arms on the edge of the bed, resting my head on them.

For a while I sat there in concentration—as Artimes laughed slightly at what he called my ‘thinking too hard’ face—but then something hit me. “I wanna make a new species!” I told him in a sing-song tone, grinning all the way.

Artimes looks at me with one eyebrow raised at my statement, then rolls his eyes. “So? Do you want to, too? It’ll be fun!” I say, almost whining, to him. He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to typing, which is his way of saying ‘okay’. I jump up, ‘squee’ing as I spun around in circles. I got dizzy soon so I stopped spinning and fell back onto my bottom, watching as the room continued to do circles without me.

After the dizzy spell ended, I look over to Artimes again and smile. “So, what do you want to make?” he asks me, as if I had asked him that I wanted a specialty ice cream with a bunch of toppings. I roll my eyes.

“Hm, I always wanted a dog… And I want a bird too…” I say, arms half-crossed while tapping my lips with my index finger in thought. My eyes widen slightly and I hit my fist into my upturned hand while saying the oh-so cliché “Aha!”

I can hear Artimes trying to stop his laughter with a hand while failing miserably. I turn my head towards his direction—seeing how I couldn’t see him from how I was laying on the floor—and stuck my tongue out going “nyeeh!”. At this point he gives up with trying to hide and outright laughs. I giggle some, knowing that I was being rather goofy.

After a couple minutes we calmed down. “So you want to make a part dog, part bird creature?” he questions. I can closing the top of his laptop and putting it to the side. Next thing I know, his head’s peaking over the side of the dark blue sheets, resting on his folded arms.

“Yeah, that sounds about right!” I say, bouncing up into an Indian style position. “Let’s make a birog!” I say, throwing my arms out as if I was a three year old playing airplane.

“A birog?” He asks me with a raised brow and a slight smirk.

“Yeah, Project Birog!” I say, slapping my hands onto my knees with elbows jutting out to the sides.

He laughs a bit, then nods. “Project Birog it is.” He says as he pushes himself up and pulls the laptop back to him. I kneel at the side of the bed, elbows propped up and my hands holding my head in what most usually saw as bored body movement. Artimes opens the laptop and starts typing away like a mad man.

“I’m going to have to get DNA samples for birds and dogs, then all of the other equipment that we need and don’t already have. I can get the DNA from a few web-friends in a day or so, and the chemicals could be here in a few days. By then we should have the DNA’s decoded to our liking and we could get started.” He tells me as his eyes jet across the screen at almost frightening speeds.

Nodding my head with an ‘okay’, I push myself up from floor and sit on the edge of the bed. I look at the dark blue sheets and run my hands on them. Artimes sheets were never a solid dark blue; they always had some sort of pattern on them in a slightly darker shade. Today’s pattern was rows of zigzags with polka dots in between them.

Noticing that I was distracted again, I look over to Artimes again. “So… What should we do for now? I’m still bored.” I say while kicking my feet back and forth like a young child and I can hear him chuckle.

Artimes just continued typing on his laptop while I sat there bored. I looked back to the zigzag-ed and polka dotted dark blue sheets. Artimes’ mom always had their sheets color-coded so it was easier for her. Artimes had dark blue, Alexandra had deep purple, Alice had light purple, and Teresa had a turquoise.

After a while of hearing the clicks of his keyboard, a name popped into my head. “How about Demetrius?” I say, shifting myself so that I’m lying on my stomach on the dark blue patterns, my elbows propping my head up again.

“Demetrius? For what?” He said as he looks over at me with a brow lifted in confusion.

“As a name for our Birog, silly!” I say, rolling my eyes dramatically then giggling.

“Ah, hm…” He responds, pausing from his typing. He looked up thoughtfully for a while, then resumed typing. “I like Charlie.”

“Charlie?” I return, raising a brow. He just keeps typing away, ignoring my obvious dislike for the name’s simplicity and common sound. I sigh, knowing that even if I tried, he seemed to have his mind set on the name.

“Charlie it is.” I say before laying my head on folded arms. The dark blue bed sheet was only a few inches from my eyes. They reminded me of Artimes’ eyes from this close.