The K Killings

Chapter 3

After 5 delightful hours of lectures, I collapse into my seat on the train. My mind is a muddle of psychology, microbiology and murder. On top of that, my exams are looming. T-minus 2 months to go. I need to get my shit together. I begin to mull over Kelsey's murder, my head swarming with random ideas and ponderings, so I get my notebook out of my incredibly unfashionable yet practical canvas satchel. What can I say, I prefer comfort over fashion. I continue to brainstorm until I'm rudely jolted out of my trance by the voice over on the train announcing subiaco station. How rude, my brainstorm was just getting going. I hop off the train, exit the station and start walking towards my apartment just as fat raindrops start falling rapidly. Awesome. Doing what any sensible person would do, I grab my laptop out of my bag, shove it under my jacket and start running like a complete madwoman. 5 minutes later, I enter the lobby of my building, dripping wet and presumably looking like a drowned rat. I climb the four sets of stairs to my floor, panting as I go before opening my apartment door, shuffling in and shutting the door behind me. I make a beeline for my couch, collapsing as I groan "home, sweet home", slowly relaxing and falling into a gentle slumber before being rudely jolted out of my peaceful state by none other than my adorable, asshole cat walking up and down my back before slowly kneading and prodding me with his front paws. "seriously? You can't leave me for 10 fucking minutes can you, you adorable little shit" as I roll over and hold him up in the air, he gives me an innocent little look before opening his mouth and mewing softly. I lower him onto my chest, and he lays down, staring at me and purring softly as I stroke his back rhythmically, both of us slowly falling asleep.

After sleeping for about 3 hours, I jolt awake and look at the clock to see neon green numbers displaying 10pm. I consider going straight to bed, but my stomach rudely projects a whale like noise. Well fuck, now I'm going to have to get up and make something. As I sit up, stretching my neck and wincing as it cricks several times, I ponder my options for dinner. Due to my laziness, I decide cereal to be an appropriate meal. Quick and easy, and I can be done within 15 minutes.

After downing 6 weetbix smothered with honey, I make my way towards my bedroom. Heading towards my tiny wardrobe, I strip off, deciding due to it being rather humid I'm not going to bother trying to find a pair of pajamas, so I just flop into bed wearing my underwear. Whilst in the process of pulling my sheet up the bed, I hear y phone blaring Finn's ringtone from the kitchen. I stumble through groggily and yank it out of my bag, answering it.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Geez, awesome to speak to you too cupcake" I hear him tease playfully.

"Don't you fucking call me cupcake. It's 10:30 and I'm fucking tired asshole" I grumble back. "Now what the fuck do you want?"

"Uh I just wanted to see how you are. You seemed really tired this morning" he replies meekly "no shit Sherlock. I'm studying 30-40 hours a week at uni and my friend just got murdered, sorry for sounding like a bitch but that kind of shit drains the energy out of you" I feel bad, but I'm utterly exhausted and I just want to sleep.

"I'm sorry kitty kat. I just wanted to check up on you." He speaks softly

"I know. Thank you. It means a lot that you care so much. Why aren't you asleep yet?"

" I'm tossing and turning and I can't sleep. I thought of you, that's why I called" I smile, my stomach feeling fluttery. Wait, what the fuck is that? I dismiss it as my stomach not liking that I've had milk late at night. " At the risking of sounding weird, do you want to come downstairs and chill with me?" did I mention that he lives 8 stories up? " I'd like that. I'll be down in 10 minutes" he rushed. I giggle and hang up. I look down and realize I have no shirt on. Shit. I run to my room and grab a baggy t-shirt out of my wardrobe. I look around, realizing my room is a little bit messy. I rush around the room, grabbing clothes and shoving them into a washing basket. As I stop in front of my dresser, I notice my hair is a mess and I have a sudden, odd compulsion to improve my appearance. I run a brush through my hair and scoop it into a ponytail. Nodding approvingly at myself in the mirror just as I hear a gentle knock on the door, my stomach again doing an odd somersault as I open the door to see Finn's gorgeous face smiling an innocent little grin. Wait...gorgeous? Where the fuck did that come from? As I notice he is shirtless, my stomach feels like there are a hundred baby elephants having a dance party. " Kitty kat, I know I'm hot but can you stop staring and let me in? The hallway is a bit breezy and we don't want your neighbours thinking I'm a booty call." He smirks, teasing me. I blush furiously and step aside to let him in, still staring as he walks through the door and into the living room. " Do you want to watch some TV?" I ask timidly, feeling very shy all of a sudden. " But nothing scary or I'll have nightmares after a day like this" I grin sheepishly.

"Sure babe, why don't we go 100% non-scary and watch Finding Nemo?" he teases me as I again blush. Babe? The way he said it made my stomach flip, and for some reason, I liked him calling me that. "Finding Nemo sounds great...let's make this a sleepover and I'll go make popcorn!" I skip to the kitchen and find a bag, shoving it into the microwave and slamming the door, tapping the right buttons and hitting the start button. " Do you want a beer?" I call out, grabbing one from the fridge " when am I ever going to turn down free beer? Of course I want one!" he calls back enthusiastically. I giggle and grab one for him too, just as the microwave pings, letting me know the popcorn is done. I strut into the living room, holding the bag of popcorn and beers in the air. Without warning, Finn dashes over and scoops me up, nuzzling my stomach. That bastard. He knows it's my tickle spot. I giggle uncontrollably and cling onto his neck before licking his cheek." Kat ewwwwww" he whines and rubs his cheek on mine whilst smirking. Sonovabitch. I should've thought that through. He puts me down, grabbing his beer and we both slump on the couch as the movie starts.

Just as the moving ends I feel myself start to fall asleep so I snuggle into Finn's chest, fitting perfectly under his chin, the alcohol from the beer making me feel brave. I'm a total lightweight. He seems surprised, before wrapping his arms around me, bringing me closer as I sniff. He smells really good, he wears expensive aftershave, I can tell. I quickly fall into a peaceful slumber.

I jolt awake from a nightmare, looking around in panic. I'm relieved to see in my room, but I almost lose my shit when I realize there's someone in the bed with me. I squint at the snoring figure, managing to somehow realise that its just Finn. As my breathing returns to normal, I cautiously prod him with my finger. When he doesn't stir, I scooch over and snuggle into his very toned, warm shoulder and sigh in contentment. As I fall back asleep, I feel him put his arm over my waist and pull me closer. I could get used to this feeling.

Hello lovely little rainbow cupcakes who read this! I'm sorry to do this but do you think I could get a few votes? I'm home sick tomorrow so If I get 5 I will update a good sized chapter? Thanks lovelies!!!

~kitty kat