So Contagious

New Way Home

My home is where your heart is,

Want you to know you own it,

And that you've had it from the start.

I hate to see your tears,

There are things you need to hear,

Let me talk to you baby.

I woke up when the sun went down and went immediately looking for Sookie. I didn't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. The whole house was furnished already.

"Sookie?" I called her and she came running to the living room.

"What's wrong?" she asked panicked, but when she saw my face she realised what was wrong.

"Oh!" she said "I hope you don't mind that I furnished it already, but don't worry if you don't like it we can return them and buy what you like." She rambled and blushed.

"No. I like it," I told her honestly.

"Really?" she asked smiling.

"Really," I told her.

"Good, I was kinda worried." She said blushing a shade darker and making me smile at her lovingly.

"I told you to buy them, didn't I?" I said, "I just was surprised is all."

"Why?" she asked confused.

"You…did all this while I was sleeping? You went school, right?" I asked while marveling at her organisational skills.

"Yes," she smiled to me "I went to school."

"Good. I wouldn't want you to skip it."

"But why? I could stay here," she said.

"Do you want to stay here with me, where I can keep you safe?" I asked seriously.

"Of course I do," she told me.

"Then you must go to school, so Adele won't think that I'm bad for you." I said seriously.

"Don't worry, I will," she promised.

"Good…So how was your day?" I asked.

Sookie started telling me about school, how she met my day man and how they went shopping for clothes and some furniture. She told me that my things from Texas came while I was sleeping and where she put them.

Cause you need things he cannot buy,

Yeah you want him to make you smile,

Carving our names in a tree,

Just you and me, the rain can't wash that away...

"Where were you when I called you?"

"Why do you ask?" she asked me.

"Just wondering, I told her.

"I was just in the kitchen, looking for something to eat."

"You're hungry?" I asked concerned.

I guess she noticed my concern, because she replied: "Not really," at the same time as her stomach rumbled.

"No?" I asked amused and she laughed.

"Ok, maybe a little," she said and her stomach did it again.

"a little?" I asked and now it was me, who was laughing and she turned to walk to the kitchen.

New way home

I dream a little dream of ya,

To be with ya