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Julianna's POV

I yawn as I stretch; I look at Michael, who was peacefully sleeping. I lay my head on his chest, hearing no heartbeat as usual. I hear him groan awake and I look up at him; he looks down at me, "Hi." He says.

"Hi." I giggle.

Michael wraps his hand around my waist; I grip his chest with my hand, groaning in pain.

He quickly stops, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I sit up, "just bruises."

Michael quickly sits up; in a worried tone, he asked, "Where?"

"Probably around my waist somewhere, it's not a big deal."

Michael looks away from me, "I bruised you, Julie," He looks back at me, "How is it not a big deal?"

I cup his cheek, "It's not to me; I know you're upset but it's fine."

He sighs, "Ok."

I remove my hand and pat his knee, "I'm gonna take a shower, you wanna join?"

"Sure, I need to wash off the sweat from last night."

"Same." I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, "Would you like the water to be neutral?" I ask Michael.

"Yeah." He replies from the bed. I get in the shower and turn on the water between hot and cold; I felt hands on my waist, I turn around seeing Michael there.

"Should we watch a movie today?" Michael asks.

"You mean a movie here?" I ask.

"Of course here, you know what happened yesterday in the forest."

"Well," I quietly say.

Michael continued, "Jermaine would follow us and try to take you away," he quickly added, "and kill me."

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, "you did pound me last night," he blushes, "I guess we can stay here and watch some movies." I turn around again after removing my arms, I wash my body with soap and wash it off.

He kisses my shoulder, "Michael, you wanna do this again?" I turn around and place my hands on his chest, "Just kissing, Julie; you're hurt." I smile as he licks his lips; we both pull into a kiss, but Michael kissed both my nose and my top lip, which made me laugh and move. He kept kissing my face, I slap his chest playfully.

"Stop it!"

He pulls away and starts laughing, "I was just kissing." Michael says.

I look at him, "I know," I poke his nose, "you goof."

"Call me Goofy."

I playfully slap his chest again, "I'm getting out," I gently push him out of the way and open the screen door, I walk out and grab a towel, "I'll be downstairs picking a movie out."

"Ok, I'll be down in a minute." I grin as I walk out of the bathroom, I walk into the bedroom and to my bag; opening it and pulling out a camouflage night dress and black panties.

I drop the towel, quickly putting on panties and night dress; I pick up the towel and dry my hair.

I walk to the bedroom door, opening it and closing it then walking downstairs; I closed all the open windows with the curtains and walk over to the TV after I was finished.

I open the cupboards, looking for a movie. Mostly Disney movies but some adult movies too; I look at the adult movies but one Disney movie caught my eye.

I took it out and covered my mouth, "My childhood movie.." I turn it overseeing the cover, "Rock-A-Doodle.." I sigh.

"You okay?" I heard Michael ask.

I look over at Michael who was trying his hair with a towel, "What?" He walks over, "What movie did you pick?"

"Rock-A-Doodle."

Michael looks at me confused, "Rock-A-Doodle?"

"Yes," I hand him the movie and he takes it, "it's my childhood movie."

He looks at it, "I never heard of this before."

My mouth drops to the floor, "You never heard of this movie?"

"No, I haven't. I didn't even know I had it."

I snatch the movie from his hand, "We're watching it."

Michael shrugs and says, "Okay." Then walks to the sofa as I walked to his DVD player.

After putting the movie in, I start the movie and walks over and sits by me, he wraps his arm around me and smiles.

"I still can't believe you never watched this movie," I say.

"I probably have but I don't remember," Michael says.

I look at Michael, "I'm 27 and I still remember this."

Michael looks at me with a funny face, "You're old!"

I slap his covered chest, "I'm not old; you are!"

"I'm not even a thousand yet, I'm barely 934."

"And that's not old?"

"Old for vampires is at least two thousand years old; Alek is three thousand years old, I have an old friend."

I shake my head, "That can't be true." I look at the TV, "Hey, it's Chanticleer."

I look at Michael again and his face showed confusion, "What kind of name is that?"

I point at the TV, "That's the rooster's name, Chanticleer."

He shakes his head and looks at the TV as Chanticleer started crowing; I move my head to the beat of the song, I felt Michael's eyes on me.

I stop and look at him, "What?" I ask.

"This is your childhood." He says.

I giggle as I look back at the movie; the female chickens (hens) came over to Chanticleer and started fangirl-ing over him, "Why do those chickens have breasts?" I heard Michael say under his breath.

I start dying with laughter, "HAHAHA!!" Michael looks at me, literally crying.

I grip his shirt as I held my stomach, I heard his small giggles as I lowered my laughter, "It's a cartoon!" I say.

"I know it's a cartoon but in other movies, I don't see the chicken with breasts."

"Well, I'm glad you saw chicken breasts!" Michael rolls his eyes and giggles; my laughter finally stopped after the scene was over.

"You made me laugh so hard," I say, cuddling next to him.

"I know, you were crying," Michael says, "This movie gives me an Elvis vibe."

"That's the reason I got into the movie when I was younger," Michael looks at me, "He sounds kinda like Elvis."