Mitch glared at the black TV screen for a few seconds, trying to watch the girl with his peripheral vision. Why is she just standing there? I told her she could go take a shower. She shouldn’t want to stay in those wet clothes like that right? He rotated his eyes to get a better look at the girl. He saw her shake her head just as he got a better look at her. Shit! He exclaimed in his mind as his eyes darted back to the black screen. Did she see me? Why doesn’t she want me to look at her? Shit, she did frown earlier before I sat down. What did I do? I saved her right? His eyes widened for a millisecond. Don’t tell me…..she…..wanted to…..no. Mitch shook his head slightly. No way, that’s just stupid. He scratched his pant leg as he stared at the blank TV, trying to think. What was it then? Oh, crap. He remembered slapping her on the butt. It was that, wasn’t it. Damnit, that wasn’t my fault though! I had to make it look real! Mitch frowned for a second, and glanced to the bottom right. Well, maybe I didn’t really “have” to do it…….
He heard her mumble something about someone being mad when she got home. Who’s Len? Her dad? That’s right, people with parents usually have curfews don’t they….. Dropping the thought, he gathered enough courage to glance over at the girl. Who he saw to be now be sitting against the door with her knees at her chin and hugging her legs. Her eyes were closed. Mitch stared at her for a second. Though her clothes were wet, they looked rather nice. She's probably not from Xibalba. He long golden hair hung down to the floor, he could see tiny droplets slowly making their way down the long stands. Suddenly knocked her head against the door. Mitch jolted and almost got up to see if she was ok, but he was stopped as she said something in a soft tone and followed it with a melancholy laugh. Her brother is going to be mad in the morning. I wonder if Len is her…..morning!? Mitch didn’t have time to ponder the thought as she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. He quickly looked back at the TV set.
He tried not to make eye contact as she went on. She said she had caught his name during Mitch‘s exchange with her pursuers. She asked for conformation, but before he could respond she mentioned something about virginity. Mitch let out a little sputter of surprised, then clammed up quickly. She, doesn’t sound real angry. Even though she’s right, that sounded like a joke. He heard her go on to thank him, following by calling herself an idiot and a small explanation of how she had arrived in the situation. Well, its pretty stupid to walk around Xilbalba at night. But its not like she meant to. She shouldn't be so hard on herself. He finally met her gaze and looked at her as she admitted to not wanting to think about what would have happened to her if he hadn’t saved her.
She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder, Mitch heard her say she believed she might have died along with what they had been planning. Mitch glanced down. She might be right…. He looked back up to see her resting her head on her knees and hugging her legs. Wish she would cheer up…. She spoke again, this time introducing herself. Vega huh...... sounds royal. She pretty much looks like it. She continued to lightheartedly mention that she would be staying with him for the night and calling him a hero.
Mitch froze for a second not sure how to respond. Wuh? She doesn’t want to call anyone to come get her? She wants to stay here? With me? Till morning? He just sat there dumbstruck for a second, trying to wrap his head around the concept. Shit Mitchy, don’t question it! This is a good thing! A voice that sounded eerily like his uncle echoed in his mind. “Uh, yeah…..” The words came out absentmindedly. He suddenly noticed that she was soaked. He jolted up, saying a few words as he made his way over to the bathroom. “If, you know, you don’t want to take a shower. Then at least dry off a little, I guess.” He rifled through the small cabinet under his sink, grabbing a couple towels.
Poking his head out of the doorway to the bathroom, he threw the towels across the room to Vega. “And, I can uh get some dry clothes if you want.” Not waiting for a reply, he slipped into the small bedroom. He keeled down on the carpet by the small “closet”, digging through the pile of clean clothes that lay inside it. He stopped for a second. Uh, what should I get? He asked himself, his eyes homed in on a article of clothing. White tank top…… He thought to himself, picking it up and holding the thin shirt out in front of him. With this…. He shook his head and threw the shirt to the back of the pile. No, no, no. I can’t do that. He looked at the crumpled shirt in the back again. Come on Mitchy, you know she’s askin’ for it. You gotta show her that your interested. Why else would she want to stay? The same voice from before tried to convince him. Reached out for the tank top, then shook his head and retracted his hand. Naw, that ain’t right, she nearly got jumped tonight. That would just make her feel worse. He grabbed some other clothes and got up.
He emerged from the bedroom with a pair of cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and one of his extra skull hoodies. He walked over and set them on the arm of the couch. “Uh, I got some dry clothes. You can use the bedroom to change if you want. It uh, has a lock on it.” He said, scratching the back of his head and glancing up at her. He tried to change the subject. “I, I’ll get you something to eat. I mean, if your hungry.” He said, moving into the kitchen.