When The Heavens Touch The Earth

Saliva War!

Afternoon light filled up the dark living room as the sun's light slowly oozing through the open windows. She was so overwhelmed by everything last night that she forgot to close the windows...and lock the doors apparently.

As far as she remembers, she was sprawled on the floor last night, holding on to the boquet like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Now, she was on the sofa, tucked inside her blanket. The flowers were also taken care of, happily placed inside a vase full of waster.

"Jessy," she whispered to herself with a smile, "he must have stopped by last night."

Not surprising though, he always had, even before. He knew where the spare key was hidden, so he practically sometimes lived there.

Amy rolled over and hid her face on her pillow, but then she caught a wiff of something in the air. Someone was cooking.

She hurriedly got up from the sofa and grabbed a baseball bat from the closet, where it always was.

That person cooking cannot be Jessy, she thought to herself. He didn't know how to iron his clothes or fix his bed; there was no way he knew how to cook now, not with how he murdered that cake recipe in highschool, once upon a time.

She strode towards the kitchen, where she could here frying and...was that One Direction playing?

"...the dimples on your back,

at the bottom of your spine,

but, I'll love them endlessly..."

She could here someone singing along, though the voice was muffled in the thick cloud of bacon smelling smoke that was inhabiting the kitchen. A movement in her perypheral made her jump and she swung the bat hard and hit something that...screamed.

"Ow!" a male voice.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house you freak!?" Amy shouted at the hopping figure.

"It's me!" with that said, Jessy stepped out of the mist. "Nice swing though. I forgot you were a baseball player before college." He was smiling like a goof, his head had a swelling red part on the side where Amy had hit him.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Jess, I wasn't expecting...crap, look at that thing!" she pointed at the bruise.

"Nah, it's nothing," he said, though when he touched it, it looked like he was ready to punch someone to take revenge.

"It's not nothing! I'll go get the first aid kit." Then she smiled, which made Jessy wonder whether she found that her hitting him like a baseball ball was funny. "You know, Alice would flipif she found out about what I did and probably never stop laughing....ever."

That was true.

She went to a cabinet and started at drawers, opening and closing them; and after what seemed to have been...a thousand years, she came back with a red pack that said "First Aid Kit", as if the white cross couldn't mean exactly that.

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"I should get you as a personal nurse," he mused as he stared up the cealing, lying down on the sofa with his head propped up against the arm-rest. "I'm kind of getting used to you taking care of me."

Amy's hand that was treating the wound suddenly grew heavy on Jessy's head and he screamed.

"What the-..."

She only stuck her tongue out at him.

That was probably one of the things he hated about her, he could never get mad! Not even a small percent.

Her hair fell down the sides of her face as she stood over Jessy's head, tending his wound (it wasn't really a wound, just a "small" bruise, the size of an apple :). She smelled of lavender and milk, as she always did before, as she always did since they were kids. It was the one thing he wanted to never change about her. He could see her face slightly in the sunshine, but didn't make it that obvious though. There was no need to let her know that he was madly in love with her.But he did stare, and imagined his hand softly touch her face, brushing her hair behind her ears and slowly, carefully pull in and...kiss her. She was beautiful in the soft light, the brightness giving her a silver glow, as if she was something...ethereal. He could have stared at her all day, but ufortunately, she stood up and went away.

"What were you thinking, anyways? Cooking food...and in my kitchen! You could have burnt the whole house down! Then where would I live?" she told him with a palpable tone.

He thought of answering her that she could live"in his heart", but thougt better of it and just shrugged in reply, acting dizzy, as if the baseball bat really gave him a bad hit. Well, it did!

Amy sighed apogetically and drifted down to his side and sat. She curled up against him on the sofa and wrapped both arms around his waist, sending a chill up his spine and goose bumps down his tan skin.

"Why did you come, anyways?" she finally asked.

"Well, I was with Alice and those other two, Carla and...Mike was it? I don't know I forgot. I think that bat gave me amnesia or worse...I might die any second now." Amy hit him on the arm. "Ah! Stop enjuring me, woman! Haven't you hurt me enough?"

"I'm serious," she said, though she laughed.

"I am too," he argued." Just let me finish. We went to this restaurant downtown, it was chinese and you know how I react to chinese."

"You react to every kind of food, not just chinese. That reaction is called 'going crazy' ."

"Just let me finish?!" Amy went quite and listened on. "Okay, let's just skip the details about that date-..."

"You went out on a date with Alice?" Amy exclaimed, jumping out of the sofa, out of his hug, and up in the air, like something just pinched her bum.

"No! Ah! You're hopeless," Jessy said as Amy went on about how she knew all along.

If you only knew how wrong you are, he said to himself.

A few minutes after Amy finally stopped her babbling, she decided to take a shower. The water was warm and relaxed all her muscles. She was glad she hadn't missed any class today; that would have placed her in a more terrible position with grades. Curse those things!, she thought wickedly to herself; she never really minded them before since her mind wasn't...well, that "dull". Not that she was bragging or anything. :/

Once she was finally in clothes, comfortable and clean, she stepped once more into the living room where she found Jessy sprawled on the sofa, saliva dripping from the edges of his lips. She stifled a laugh. This was epic! Resisting the urge to get her camera and take a picture of him, she walked toward the sofa and took a look. It surprised her that, though he had always just been a friend to her, she actually found him sort of...adorable. 

His brown, messy hair fell to his eyes, which were always green whether he was happy or sad, like fresh leaves in spring. She liked it that way. She liked how his lips were soemhow always smiling, like eveything in the world was absolutely goint the way he wanted them to go; she loved listening to the sound of his laugh, as he would tell a joke so lame all the nirds in the sky might lose their ability to fly. Yup, that didn't make any sense. 

Amy pulled away just in time as Jessy started stirring. Slowly sitting up, he took a glance at the pillow he was using and saw that there was...well, an embarrassing wet blotch that was shaped like a duck.

"Please tell me that's sweat and not pee," Jessy said. He would probably be the only person who pees through his head. 

"Trust me, it's neither of the two," Amy answered with tight lips, trying not to laugh.

 By this he finally understood and touched the side of his mouth, where a disconcerting amount of saliva was dripping. Amy couldn't help it and she finally laughed.

Jessy gave her a look, one that said I'm-About-To-Do-Something-Crazy. That's when Amy screamed and ran for her bedroom.

"Prepare to get marked, Amy Jefferson!"