the nun and the runaway crimal ruv x sarv

chapter 7

ruv's pov:

sarv seemed to enjoy her pancakes i made for her, she ate the whole thing up. " wow ruv.... these are so good!" she said, eating up the last bit of pancake, i felt so proud of myself, "thanks" i said, not showing how pleased i was. stupid face muscles that i can't move, " but what are you going to eat? oh gosh.. were we supposed to share? i'm so greedy sorry ruv.."she said, looking disappointed. i laughed a bit, i couldn't help it, sarv was so stupid, she looked at me startled " sorry, that was so funny! i saved some for me, don't worry, i would never bake something without eating it " i said. sarv then grinned " how silly of me, oh ruv, you must think i'm a fool " she said, understanding and laughing along with me, and for once i didn't feel all funny around her. " oh thanks so much, i mean it! that was so good, and thanks for waking me up, i'm going to have a shower now" she said. shit, i thought " but sarv... i was going to have one too.... i don't want to miss the russian slapping contest! which is in fifteen minutes.. if i just wash myself quickly, i might just make it.... " i said." ruv! i have mass in twenty minutes! i need a shower more than you do!" she said, getting out of bed, " but the russian slapping contest..." i said, " you can watch it before your shower" she said, sighing and getting her towels and stuff. " i made you pancakes!" i said, getting all pissed now " oh.. so that's why you made me them... so you thought that i would let you shower first if you made me pancakes" said sarv, twisting things around. " what! no! not at all, look fine have your stupid shower then" i said, storming out of the room, how could she think such a thing? no matter what i did, she always turned things around i thought as i stomped my way downstairs to watch the russian slapping contest. i would sure give sarv a good slapping for what she said, she's so ungrateful, no one wants her, not even God. but i cheered up when i started to watch tv, these contestants seemed extra rough and there was a lot of broken noses too. after a while, i heard the front door shut, i sighed, finally that brat is finally gone, i'm even starting to wonder why i fell for her, but surprisingly, my heart still beat fast when i thought of her. oh gosh... this is so complicated...... i thought as i put my head in my hands, why am i so mad at her over nothing? why do i feel so heartbroken now..... maybe i do still care for her...

A//N: 40+ reads? thank you so much guys!! your support motivates me to continue on with this story!! and we're already on part 7!!!