The Missing Piece

Chapter 8

2 updates in one day?! WTFFFFF. And this chapter is dedicated to: FangirlisticFever because cats, and shes insideeeee. Ok bbb

#Luna pov#

  "Smiffy?"

  "Luna?" He replied. "What on earth are you doing here?" His sleepy gaze met mine, and he brushed his shaggy ginger hair out of his eyes. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and boxers.

  "Well…" I smiled sheepishly. "Um… Can I dry off first?" "Oh, of course." He smiled, and led me in. I sat by the fire while Smith got me a towel. He made some hot chocolate and gave it to me, before sitting beside me. Hanging his arm over the couch, he asked, "So why are you here?"

  "Well, this mysterious-disappearing-man gave me an address to here, then my car broke down." I stated simply. "And its raining cats and dogs now, and I have no fucking idea how to get home."

  Smith gave me a "thinking" face, then said, "So you want to stay here?"

  "No. I want to sleep outside in the dark night and the freezing cold rain, where bears and shit have 100% right to eat me and kill me and all that fuck," I replied sarcastically. Smith gave me an unimpressed look, shaking his head. I chuckled. "(Baby) Its cold outside(hehe) and its fucking raining like shit, its past midnight, some crazy fucked-up monster will eat me or something. Yes, I want to stay here!" Smith laughed at me.

  "I'll get you a onesie, then you can sleep here," he said, getting off the couch. I took this chance to look around the house. Over the mantlepiece was a picture of Hat Films. A big frame with a shiny wooden frame around it.

  Just then, Smith threw me a black onsie. I held it in front of me and gasped. It was a penguin onesie. Parv would love this!

  "If tomorrow you can't find this onesie, and I'm halfway across the globe, it wasn't me!" I exclaimed. Smith chuckled.

  "Just go have a warm shower and sleep. I'll be upstairs." After that, he walked up the stairs to his room, I presume.

  I found my way to a shower and set the temperature to warm. Then I shut the door(and locked it, of course), removed my clothes and placed it in the basket, then turned the shower handle and nice warm water started to fall on me.

  After a quick bath, and finishing drying off, I turned to the onesie. Then…

  Oh hell no.

  I had no other fucking clothing but the onesie.

  (Yay no cliffhanger WOOHOOO :P)

  Groaning, I figured the only other clothing I could find was Smiffy's. Already regretting the situation I had cast upon myself, I slowly creeped up the stairs in nothing but a towel. I felt my cheeks getting warmer as I reached Smith's door.

  As quietly as I could, I slowly creaked open his room door and peeked in. His bedside table lamp was glowing, but he was sleeping. I think. Well, his back was facing me anyways, so, I could get a shirt and at least it wouldn't be that awkward.

  I looked around in the soft, luminous light that the lamp gave in search of a shirt. There, poking out of a drawer, was a white shirt. But it was on the other side of the room… AH FUCK IT. I tip-toed there and hurriedly pulled the shirt out, then ran back.

  "L-Luna?" Said Smith. I heard his duvet shuffle. My cheeks reddened as I muttered "Fuck…" under my breath, then said awkwardly, "Nooo…" while walking out of the room.(its like, when someone calls you, ypu reply with "yes?" So she replies with the opposite, "no" do you get it? No? Okay…) "Okay then." he mused. "I must be dreaming." And he lay back down on the bed.