Let's Live In A Castle (A Christian Novelli Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

I have a feeling this will be one of the last few chapters. :( I have some ideas for some original stories on here and some imagines for youtubers/bands/ships and stuffs. But I still have like 2 more chapters after this I think. I dunno. ^_^

Enjoy

-E

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I woke up to hot breath on my neck. A pair of arms were squeezing my ribs to the point of discomfort. Christian moved a bit, re-positioning so he could curl into my back more. His grip released enough for me to breathe. He sighed softly before slipping back into a motionless sleep.

I reached for my phone and clicked the screen. Only 8:07? I rolled my eyes and cursed myself for being such a light sleeper. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but my eyelids only sprung open. Going back to sleep seemed to not be an option. I lied under the canopy of sheets, listening to a noisy truck drive past on the street below.

Slowly and carefully, so that I didn't wake up him up, I moved Christian's arms. I began to sit up and move away but Christian grabbed my waist. "No, don't leave," he mumbled.

"Go back to sleep," I whispered.

"Don't leave me," he said, becoming more awake. So much for my plan to let him sleep.

"I'm going to make coffee." I told him, to which he responded with a simple "oh". He let go and rolled over to his other side. I left the fort and stretched out my stiff shoulders. The light coming from outside was surprisingly pearly and bright for this early. I glanced at the half open door to Christian's inhabited bedroom. I tip-toed inside and opened his nightstand. The drawer had many, many plastic bottles of pills.

My first thought was how much I hated them just being all there in one place. All it could take is one really awful day and one handful of any assortment. My second was why weren't they helping Christian. They worked for me partially. It still took counseling and the determination to recover or at least try. But I hated when Christian was sad.

I suddenly felt like a complete snoop. I put away the drugs and hurried to the kitchen. I started the coffee as a loud thunk sounded from the other side of the room. There was a yell. I turned to see that one of the stacks of books on the chair had slid off, causing the roof to fall in the corner. Christian was struggling to get out of the sheets. I giggled and ran over to lift it up for him. He crawled out, stood, and began rubbing his head. His black hair stuck up in every direction except the way it's supposed to.

"Stupid books."

"Aw poor thing," I said,  trying not to laugh. "Well hello, Mr. Forehead. Long time, no see." I stood on my toes and kissed his forehead

"Oh gosh," Christian said in his sleepy voice. He fixed his hair and glanced at the fort. "I ruined the fort."

"No you didn't. We can fix it." He shrugged and yawned. "I have something to tell you but it looks like we need to get some coffee in you before anything else."

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A little while later, Christian came out of his room, fixing his freshly washed hair. We'd gotten dressed and eaten breakfast; wasting most of our morning deciding if it was better to fix the fort, or take it down all together.

When I told him that I was going home, Christian had volunteered to come with me. He offered to even bring his pirate sword in case things got ugly, but I reassure that Harry's Nerf Gun collection was quite decadent.

Sadly, the city had taken a snowplow to the streets. The sidewalks were still frosted with snow and adorned with deep boot prints. It was quiet on this Sunday morning. Most people were probably still at home reading the Sunday comics. Christian and I were off to battle.