Thank You

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A/N: I you guys don't love this chapter then I don't know what I'm doing with my life ;)

Avi wakes up with his face smooshed against the armrest and a person pressed against his back. His eyes fly open, he was sure he left her in his bed. He turns just enough to see that Kirstie is in fact right behind him and the reason they're right to one side is because Olaf and Pascal were lined up behind her.
     What the heck? He left her fast asleep, literally the second she hit the pillow she was out. He followed her into the room hoping for the exact outcome he got, he doesn't know what he would have done if she'd still been awake. He wouldn't have had sex with her, no way, she was too drunk and he wouldn't take advantage of that, plus she's Kirstie, saying that last line though is starting to mean a lot less that it used to.
     Avi tries his best to sit up and get up without waking Kirstie, he succeeds and moves on to make breakfast, she is going to need something greasy.
Kirstie wakes up to the smell of bacon, it wasn't unusual for her to wake up to the smell of food, but for it to be so strong... Her eyes flutter open and the light burns, but she can't close them due to confusion, why is she in the lounge? Holy shit! Jeremy isn't here is he? She cranes her neck, looking around, all she sees is Avi in the kitchen, why is he shirtless? Not that she's complaining of course. But she's only in her bra and panties. She looks over at Avi and back at herself and over at Avi and back at herself. She hasn't fucked up his progress has she? She'd never forgive herself.
     Internally she's panicking, but on the outside she's as cool as a cucumber because what the fuck has she done? She can't ask him, she doesn't want to know the answer either way. If they did have sex then she'd feel like shit for messing up his whole six month thing because she knows damn well that it would have been her that initiated it. And then if she asks and they haven't it'll make her look stupid, he'll know somethings up, that she likes him, not to mention it'll hurt him to know that she'd think he'd do that to her while she was drunk. It's not good either way, she cannot possibly win, but she needs to know, but she doesn't want to know.
     Avi walks into the room with two plates and she musters a smile, "Morning," she croaks.
     "Morning," he smiles back. "Sorry about my shirt, or lack thereof, I spilt raw bacon juice down me and continued to gag until I took it off, and I didn't want the eggs to burn so..." he trails off with a frown.
     "That's okay, you don't have to explain," she nods, taking her plate from him, but she is glad that he explained and doesn't know why she said that.
And so he sits in the armchair to eat and she has to try not to stare at him, which is hard, really, really hard. Just eat your breakfast Kirstie, eyes on the food, as in the eggs and bacon.
     "You went to sleep the second your head hit the pillow last night," Avi tells her before tucking into his food.
     Kirstie is more hesitant to eat, albeit very relieved to hear those words from him, "What time did I get in?"
     "About three," he says with a full mouth. He swallows, "I have to tell you something,"
     Her stomach drops, "Yeah."
     "And I feel really bad about it," he starts, this does not sound good to her. "Last night you hit on me, like well... it was more that, you wanted to have sex and I'm ashamed to say that I did too. But we didn't, for the record," he rushes the last line.
     "Oh thank god," she lets out a big breath of relief.
     Avi nods, "Yeah I mean I only wanted to because in that moment I was reminded how long it's been and how much I miss it," he's now playing with the food on his plate, it's not like Avi to play with food.
     "That was probably my drunken state of mind too," Kirstie doesn't look up.
     "At least yours was drunken. I mean we don't even like each other like that," he watches her for a moment.
     "No we don't," she agrees.
     "Definitely do not."
     "100 per cent do not like you like that."
     "110 per cent," Avi counters.
     "200 per cent."
     "Infinity."
     "Don't you pull the fucking infinity cord! What am I supposed to counter with?"
     "Um, how about the truth?" He shrugs.
     "Nuh-uh, you can't truth first."
     Avi stares at her, trying not to laugh, what she said made no sense, but he understood. "Okay, so it's more like 50 per cent."
     "50 per cent what?" Her heart is racing.
     "50 per cent that I don't like you like that."
     "Mine's 49."

A/N: Thoughts? I don't even have a question for this one, I just want to know what you guys think XD

Hannah :)