Chapter ten

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TrisPOV



I quickly slip out of my costume and get in the shower.
I wash my hair and all my makeup off, pulling the fake lashes off and putting them on the sink.

I clean off the rest of the blood off of me and hop out.

I look around for some clothe to put on, but I realize I forgot to grab some before I went in here.

Shit.

"Hey, Tobias?!" I yell.

"Yeah!" He yells back.
"Can you grab me my pajamas? I didn't grab any clothes before I came in here."

"Yeah, just wait a second!" He yells back.

I wait a few minutes and soon enough, he knocks on the door.

I open it slightly so only my head is showing, and is eyes are covered with his hand.

He holds out my clothes to me.
"Thank you." I say, kissing his cheek.

"You're welcome." He says. "You better hurry."

I roll my eyes as he leaves me to changing.

He got me a nighttime bra,underwear, some soft shorts I never even knew I had, and one of his T-shirts.

Figures.

I put the clothes on and look in the mirror.
His shirt is so long I can't see my shorts, just my legs.

I shrug.
Oh well.

Time for a pun war.
When I walk in, he is changing clothes, almost butt naked.

He turns around and blushes a deep red.

He is only wearing his boxers.
I cover my eyes with my face, my cheeks burning, and try to walk to my bed.

I hear him rummaging through something quickly, as I sit down my my bed successfully.

"You can uncover your eyes now." He says.

I slowly remove my hands from my face.
He is wearing some shorts, the top of his boxers showing.
I make sure I'm not drooling.

"Sorry." I say, looking down at my feet. "I should have knocked."

He smiles at me.
"It's alright. It happens to the best of us." He shrugs.

"So, how is this pun war going to work?" He asks me, sitting next to me.

"Hell I don't know." I say.
"How about we save that for later." He says with a yawn.

"You pretty tired too?" I ask him.
He nods.

"Well, then we should get some sleep." I say.
He nods.

We lay down, his arms wrap around my waist, my back pressing against his front.

I can feel his breath against my neck, sending cold chills down my spine.

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