𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎

Kindness

No matter the circumstances, Iris always felt odd waking up in someone else's bed.

Waking up with a short groan, she tried to turn on her side and go back to sleep; but she couldn't. All of Dave's weight was piled onto her forearm, she couldn't move, and she was surprised the sudden jerk of attempted movement wasn't already enough to wake him. He faced away from her, sleeping silently.

She craned her neck up and glanced over at the clock on his bedside table, it was 11:30. She needed to wake him up anyway if they planned on getting anything done. Trying to pull her hand again, she finally got it from under him. He was still sound asleep.

"Dave."

She pushed him on his back lightly, "Dave." she repeated, dragging out his name, pushing him a second time, a little harder.

Suddenly, he groaned. Shifting his body, he began to turn on his other side to face her, "Iris?" he sighed, eyes meeting with hers when he laid on his other side.

"That's me." She responded. Dave chuckled, "How'd you sleep?" he asked.

"Like a baby." Iris sighed, listening to Dave's light, raspy laughter at her response, his voice incredibly groggy, "My head is pounding." he grumbled.

"Do you want me to go get you something for it?" She offered, he shook his head with a small laugh, "No, stop being so nice to me."

She laughed, "What am I supposed to do?" she asked, he shrugged in response.

"I don't know, I've never had someone who wants to do things for me, it's freaking me out." He explained. He was trying his hardest to get used to how often Iris offered to do things for him, he had nothing he could do in return.

"Don't worry about it, I like doing stuff." She shrugged, getting out of the bed while Dave still laid with his eyes closed, opening them to see where she was going.

"Oh, shit, I forgot you need clothes to wear." He muttered, looking around again at the piles of clothes all over the floor. Most of his were dirty. Iris followed where his eyes were looking in that moment, realizing what he was thinking.

"I know you told me to stop being so nice, but I told you I'd clean up." She reminded him, "Do you want to help me get some of these to the laundry room, maybe?"

Dave nodded, "I don't think we have another option." He said, getting out of bed. Iris had completely forgotten he didn't wear a shirt to bed until he uncovered himself, still in nothing but the pajama pants he'd thrown on. Doing her best not to stare, she immediately turned her attention to the clothes on the floor, starting to pick up what she saw.

"Barrett is probably still here, don't let him bother you." Dave warned as Iris opened the door to his room with her free hand, the rest carrying a large pile of dirty clothes. She figured he was referring to the friend he lived with that he'd mentioned a few times.

"Well, you have to go out with me anyway, I don't know where the laundry room is." She said, Dave's eyes widening as he realized, "Oh, shit, I forgot."

Walking out with Iris, Dave looked around and sure enough, there Barrett was, sitting on the couch watching MTV.

Barrett was a man who looked to be Dave's age, with short blond hair and blue eyes. He had pale skin, his forearms covered with tattoo sleeves.

He'd already been looking at the door to Dave's room upon hearing the door open, his interest peaking when he watched as Dave and a woman he'd never seen before walk out with piles of dirty laundry in their arms.

"Woah, woah, who's this?" He asked, Dave and Iris not slowing down, about to drop the things in their hands.

"This is Iris!" Dave shouted, already almost to the laundry room.