Calipso and Kid: Awakening

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Chapter 4: Awakening

Liz grabbed Kid's hand and dragged him to the living room.
"Who is this?" she demanded.
"Shhhhh! You'll wake her up!" Kid hissed.
Liz lowered her voice, unamused. "Well? Who is she?"
"I met her last night. She goes to our school. We had a pleasant conversation." Kid curtly turned and headed back to the kitchen, so that his waffles wouldn't burn.
Liz followed him into the kitchen. "That doesn't explain how she ended up here!" she exclaimed.
"You didn't ask how she ended up here. You just asked who she was." Kid no longer hummed or smiled. His face held it's usual emotionless-ness.
She waited for him to answer. He continued the chore of making breakfast in silence.
"Well?" Liz finally said.
"Well, what?" Kid asked, not looking up from his task.
"How did she get here?"
"I carried her."
"I meant—" Kid was so infuriating sometimes.
"Okay." Liz took a deep breath. It was too early to be playing games with Kid. "Why is she here?"
"Well, last night we spent a great deal of time together and after awhile she fell asleep. I didn't know where she lived, so I didn't have any other choice but to bring her here."
"Why didn't you just wake her up and ask her?!"
"That would have been very rude and inconsiderate, Liz."
Liz stormed out of the kitchen and stomped into the living room. Kid seemed like a smart enough guy, but sometimes he just made stupid decisions. Liz plopped down in a chair to the right of the couch and picked up the remote, switching on some cartoons. She had never watched cartoons as a kid, and now she didn't quite understand them as well as she might have had she been a bit younger. But Patty liked them, and she would smell the waffles and be down any moment. She'd plop down in front of the TV, closer than she should be, and sit and eat and stare at the pretty colors on the television like she was three years old.
Calipso was awake. She had woken up when Kid had come down earlier that morning, but she had fallen back asleep until she heard Liz coming down the stairs. She had heard everything that Kid and Liz had said, even while they were in the kitchen. She wasn't welcome here. But she was going to stay put until Kid came around.
Calipso had seen Liz and Patty at school with Kid. Though few people knew who Calipso was, Calipso knew most of the names of the people in her school, and what weapon, or weapons, was paired with what Meister. Since she didn't have a lot of people to talk to, she had more time to observe, and to learn about people.
Liz was somewhat distant from others. Then again, so was Patty, but in a different way. Liz and Patty were always by Kid's side. Liz seemed lost in her own world most of the time, not a dreamlike world, but a practical world. One where she thought deeply and purposefully rather than frivolously. Patty, on the other hand, acted like a child. Whether she actually knew how to act her age and simply didn't, Calipso didn't know.
Calipso opened her eyes to watch the show that Liz had put on. Liz couldn't see past the arm of the couch, so she wouldn't know that Calipso was awake. If Liz did move, Calipso would hear it and quickly shut her eyes. If Kid came out from the kitchen, she would hear his footsteps.
Kid came out of the kitchen, and the smell of waffles filled the air in the living room. Calipso's stomach growled, and she remembered that she hadn't had dinner the previous night.
He promptly went over to the TV and switched it off, then stood in front of it.
"HEY!" Liz shouted.
"Would you be quiet?! That television is far too loud."
"Seriously?" said Liz.
"Yes, I am very serious."
Kid turned to go back to the kitchen, and Liz snapped. She stood up, her hands clenched.
She raced over to Kid, and as he turned she threw a punch right into his face.
Except that her fist met with his hand instead.
Liz had been fast, and she had had the element of surprise on her side. But Kid was quick, in both mind and body.
"Liz, I don't know what your problem is, but you just need to calm down."
Kid was normally calm most of the time, except when things were asymmetrical. It was like his emotions were a bit backward.
Liz pulled her fist away and clenched it at her side.
"You bring some weird girl into the house and let her sleep on our couch, you barely know who she is, and you won't even let me watch TV!"
Calipso listened in silence, knowing this was probably something she shouldn't hear.
"Alright Liz, I'm sorry. You may watch TV. Just turn it down, please."
"You could have just said that in the first place." Liz mumbled, sitting back down and flipping the TV back on.
Kid went back to the kitchen. Calipso was tired of being still. She started to think about what the best way would be to wake up.
She could pretend that she was confused, like she couldn't remember exactly what had happened. Or she could act embarrassed, like that she couldn't believe she had fallen asleep, and that she should get home. She didn't want to act normal, like she had just had a sleep over at a friend's house. It would be a different scenario if Kid was the only one who lived in the house, or even if he was the only one around. But Liz had been added to the equation, and that changed her options.
She could simply stretch and yawn, and see if Liz said anything. Perhaps that was the best option. She could ask where Kid was, even though she knew full well. It would give her an easy escape, and she wouldn't have to talk to Liz for very long.