Love is not on fire

Chapter 4

Chrissa's POV

I set the box down in the middle of the room. "Okay, here we go." I pulled the other duvet and linens off the bed and placed them on the floor in a neat, folded pile. I pulled my linens out of the box and put them on the bed. Then I put my duvet and pillows on. There was hardly a difference between my bedding and what was previously there. My duvet was black with white vertical stripes. My pillows where black, white and grey. The only color that was actually there were my violet sheets and some of my throw pillows. (A pokeball, a white square pillow with a black heart, and a sort of sky blue pillow.)

I pulled my black throw blanket out of the box and held it up to my face. It smelled like home, but it occurred to me that I much rather have Dan's blanket then mine. I blushed at that thought. I just met him, I can't want to snuggle up to him yet. I shook the thought out of my head and continued to unpack. I pulled a picture frame encases in bubbled wrap out. I couldn't help but pop some of the bubbles as I opened it. (But, really, who could resist that?) It was a picture of Kenzi and me when we were 6. We had become friends the year before when I kicked a boy in the shin for calling her a red haired demon from space. We've been friends ever since.

I pulled a couple more pictures in frames. One of them was a picture from my sophomore year. The picture was at the end of a football game. Kenzi was in her cheerleading uniform and our friend Ben was in the mascot suit and my brother was in his football jersey. I didn't want to go to this game, but they dragged me out, so I'm wearing a smock and have paint on my face in this picture. This picture was also taken before I tripped over the bleachers and broke my ankle. Another one is of me, and Kenzi and Ben at our senior prom, one of my family, and one of my brother. It was in a smaller frame. I always keep this picture by my bed in memory. My twin brother, Greyson died when we were 17.

After I finished placing the pictures around the room, I started to unpack my suit cases. While I was unpacking, I realized how much black and merch I own. Hardly feminine. Probably why I've never had a boyfriend. Also I hang out with Kenzi, who went from being a ginger demon from space to a goddess. All the boys wanted her and I was just her awkward best friend.

I placed my suit cases in the corner and walked out of my room. No one was in the lounge, but I noticed that there was Dan's blanket that I used last night. I picked it off of the couch and brought it up to my face. The scent of men's cologne tickled my nostrils. I sighed, "I should return this. It was rude of me to just leave it here." I said to myself. My eyes widened, "I live with people now. I've got to stop talking to myself." I folded the blanket and headed towards Dan's room.

The door was closed so I lightly knocked on the door, "Phil! For the last time, your house plants are fin-" he opened the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. "Chrissa, what do you want?"

I looked down. That was harsh. Well it was rude of you to not only not return his blanket but you left in a ball on the couch. I looked up hoping I didn't say that out loud, I have a tendency of doing that. It didn't seem like that was the case so I handed him the neatly folded blanket. "I'm sorry I didn't return this sooner." I didn't give him time to respond, I just turned into my room and closed the door behind me. I sat on my bed. What is this feeling I have in my chest? I can't possibly feel something for this stranger. I guess my eyes were thinking for me. I know nothing about this person. He may be hot as hell, but he could be a total misogynist jerk.

Dan's POV

Phil and I sat around for a little bit longer, I was in my browsing position in my sofa crease and Phil was sitting on the other end of the couch. "Dan," I looked at Phil, "I have to go film a video."

I nodded my head, "Ok. Then go."

"But I'm so comfortable." He whined.

I rubbed my temples with middle finger and thumb. "Sometimes Phil, you are lazier than me. And I didn't think that was possible." Unlike my usual self I started to leave my sofa crease. It wasn't like I was going to do anything productive, I was just going to resume my browsing position in my room.

"Where are you going?" Phil said as I got up.

"To my room, Phil." I said walking towards the hallway.

"No don't go, I'll be lonely." Phil whined again.

"Film your video." I yelled from the hallway before entering my room. I sat on my bed and started to browse the internet.

I sat there for fifteen minutes before there was a knock at my door. Before I could even get up, Phil poked his head, "Dan?"

I sighed, "Hello Phil."

"I need help."

I looked up from my laptop, "With what?"

"I don't know my house plant is wilting or not."

"Which house plant?" I asked. It's a valid question, he has like five.

Phil looked down, "all of them..."

I sighed, "I don't think any of the plants are wilting. Just water them and check for dying leaves." I turned my attention back to my computer screen.

"What about the cactus?"

I looked back up at him, "Phil, if you kill that cactus, I will be both thoroughly impressed and worried." Phil then turned and walked out without another word.

Another fifteen minutes went by and there was another knock. I didn't get up or answer. So I got up and opened the door to see Phil holding his little cactus. "Phil, what is it now?"

"Do you want to pet him?"

I looked at Phil, dumbfounded, "Phil, it's a cactus. You're not supposed to pet it."

"Oh." Then he turned and walked back to his room. Has he been inhaling too many pesticides?

I crumpled back into my bed just to be disturbed by another knock on the door. Can't a man be lazy and browse the internet in peace? I walked over and swung open the door, "Phil! For the last time, you house plants are fin-" I cut myself off when I saw Chrissa standing in my doorway. "Chrissa, what do you want?" Dan, really? Way to be rude to the pretty girl. I mentally scolded myself.

She looked up from her feet, there was a look in her eyes that I couldn't figure out. Then she looked away and thrusted a nicely folded blanket into my arms, "I'm sorry I didn't return this sooner." Then before I could apologize for being rude, she practically ran into her room and closed the door behind her.

I closed my door and set the blanket on my bed. "Idiot!" I face-palmed. "Chrissa, what do you want?" I mocked, "How stupid! That was so rude!" I plopped onto my bed and went into browsing position. I just couldn't get my mind off her and how stupidly rude I was. I got my lazy ass up and started to make a video. It was about time, it's been a while since I uploaded.

"Hello internet," I looked into the camera, "So today I'm going talk about being accidentally rude."

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