Crazy

Chapter Six: Beacon Hills

I'm asleep when I'm woken by the shaking of my shoulders. "Liz." Says a familiar voice. "Liz." They repeat. They shake my shoulders again, and my eyes slowly flutter open. "Nikoli?" I asked quietly. "Yeah." He says, his face becoming clearer and clearer as I started to wake up more. "Why did you wake me up?" I groan, sitting up straight. "We're landing." I'm suddenly more alert, my eyes snapping open. "We're here?"

"One would assume so, yes."

Nikoli wheels our luggage into our apartment (Seen as, once again, he insisted on taking mine otherwise he wouldn't be a 'gentleman') and sets it all down in the living room. It was cosy, with two sofas, a coffee table, flat screen TV and a fireplace that was currently empty and cold. "Quite nice." I comment, and Nikoli snorts. "I've seen better."

"Of course you have." I inform him. "You're what, a bajillion years old?" He raises a dangerous eyebrow. "What did you just say?" I shrugged and collapsed on the sofa. How is it that despite the fact that I've been sat on an airplane for forever, sleeping, I get off tired? "I was commenting on your old age." I mumble, letting my eyes close once again. "I'm taking offence to that." He says, plopping down besides me. "Good." I muttered back. "That wasn't nice." He says, letting a very small and very brief chuckle escape. "I case you haven't noticed," I say, "I'm not the nicest person."

"Trust me," He replied, "I've noticed. But I don't care."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not a very nice person either, Liz." And with that, I let my head drop onto his shoulder and my mind drift into the black oblivion called sleep.

When I wake, I'm uncontent to let my eyes open. I'm warm, comfortable and... just want to turn over and go back to sleep. And so, indulging myself, I turn over and hit a very hard surface that is definitely not part of my bed. My eyes open, and I'm face-to-face with Nikoli's peaceful sleeping form. His arm was thrown around my waist, clasping my hand tightly in his own. His breath was warm against my face, stirring the stray hairs. His face was relaxed, his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. I made to move away, before finding our legs tangled- he made a noise of displeasure, and his arm tensed and yanked me flush against him. He then sighed and buried his face into the crook of my neck. All while asleep. I groaned internally- trying my very hardest not to notice how soft his strands of hair were against my face. And failing. And so I figured- I wasn't getting out of this predicament any time soon, so I may as well just fall asleep. So I let my head drop onto his and my eyes close once again.

When my eyes once again opened, I noticed that I was alone. Nikoli was gone, and the delicious smell of bacon wafted into my nostrils. I sat up, looking around. Someone had placed a blanket over me- Nikoli, presumably- which had fallen to pile into my lap when I had sat up. I moved the blanked out of my way, wincing ever so slightly as the cold air hit me, and got off the sofa. I cracked my back, and walked into the kitchen where Nikoli was sat at the table, reading the newspaper while the bacon sizzled in the pan over the stove. "Aren't you meant to be watching that?" I asked idly. He looked over the top of his newspaper. "Why hello, Sleeping Beauty."

"I'm not sure why you're surprised." I answered haughtily. "It takes work to look as good as I do every day, Nikoli. Beauty sleep is required." I sat in the chair next to him. "So, what's going on in Beacon Hills?" I asked. "Not much. Besides the usual."

"What's the usual?" I wondered aloud. "Unsolved murders committed by unfeeling psychopaths." He replied. "Ah. Nothing too serious then."

"No." He laughed, and for once- I joined him. "Any suspects?"