Part 35 - Taking photos

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I'm so exhausted that I can't even be happy for my one day off. But writing this chapter let me escape the reality, even just for a tiny bit. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
When I woke up the other day, I felt a lot better. I yawned, opening my eyes. It took me a few seconds to split the dream world from the reality. I frowned, seeing Evan sleeping on the chair next to my bed. Raising one of my eyebrow, I sat down.

What is he doing here?

I remembered the reason why. I remembered screaming out of nightmares second night in a row. I remembered him running into my room and telling me another bedtime story. Just as he did the first night.

I'll let him sleep.

I carefully got off the bed, walking down. I felt my stomach growling, smiling to myself that I was hungry again. But I wasn't interested in food that much. My legs carried me back to his garage, taking that polaroid camera again.

Walking back upstairs, I ended up in the kitchen. I knew it would be nice from me to cook something for him, for his unexpected kindness.

I understand why Luke is looking after me, he is my best friend after all, but him? I was just his annoying employee.

I opened the freezer, my heart skipped a few beats.

Pizza!

I pulled out two, thinking whether it was good idea to eat a pizza for breakfast, but pizza was my life. I put both of them into the oven, taking the camera into my hands while waiting for the pizza to be done.

This is really unique type. It had to be really old!

"Morning," I heard behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

I looked behind me, sighing how unlucky I was not to enjoy that camera. I watched him sit down, inspecting me.

"Breakfast is gonna be in a few minutes," I announced him, putting down the camera.

"I'm starving," he mumbled back.

I put the pizza on the plate in front of him, receiving confused look.

"What is this?"

"A pizza!" I grinned, sitting down against him.

"It's morning and we're eating a pizza?"

At the moment I bit down into the yummy meal, I loudly moaned, throwing my head back and enjoying the amazing taste. Not good as freshly cooked, but pizza is a pizza.

"This is amazing!" I almost yelled, looking at Evan.

He was biting his lip, looking like frozen in time.

"What?" I asked confused, getting him out of that state.

"N-nothing. Uhm, thanks for this breakfast," he looked down at the food.

"Thanks for your bedtime story. I needed that," I smiled.

"You can dress yourself, we're going out," he mumbled.

"What? Out? Why?" I asked, biting off another piece of pizza.

"Are you asking too much again? Let it be surprise."

"You realize you fired me because of pizza, and now you're enjoying it?" I teased him with a smile.

"It wasn't over pizza," he replied.

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