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04

Zach and I make it back to my apartment when I ask him when he has to go home.
"Whenever I want." He smiles.
"Where have you been staying while I was out?" I ask hoping he didn't stay at the hospital.
"The hospital." He answers. Great...
"You could have come back here! Those chairs must have been so uncomfortable!"
"Eh, it's fine."
"Okay then, you be that way." I sigh and walk into the kitchen. He runs after be and twists me around but I don't meet his eyes.
"Stop it... Don't be a Debby Downer."
"Your being a Debby Downer, whatever the fuck that is." I try not to laugh. He laughs and explains what it is.
"It's when someone isn't being any fun."
"Oh! So I was right, it is you." I smile and finally look up at him.
"I am going to get you Poppey Farrell, so you better run." I rip my hand from his grasp and run to my room and shut the door. Of course, me living a one bedroom apartment they probably didn't think anybody else would be here so there is no lock. I run to one side of my bed and grab a "weapon". A couple seconds later he appears at my door with a playful look on his face. He runs over to be so I jump on my bed and jump off so I'm on the other side. He follows my actions but I run to the end of the bed so he is now on the side I was just on. We keep doing this until finally he catches me. He is laying on top of me on my bed. Why is this always happening? Maybe Jesus is giving me a sign. I mentally laugh at myself. I look up at him and laugh trying to cut the awkward tension.
"Okay, you got me, let go."
"Nope." He smiles.
"Yep."
"Nope."
"Yep."
"Nope."
"YES!"
"NO!"
"Seriously? Okay, what do I have to do to get your fat ass off of me?" I smile.
"Ki-" He stops and I'm glad he did because if he said what I thought he was going to say I don't know what I would do.
"Fine, I'll let you go." He gets up off of me and sits down beside me.
•••
We lay in my bed for a while. We talked for an hour or so, got into our pajamas, and now we are watching movies on Netflix. Sense its close to Christmas we figured we could just watch some Christmas movies. We are watching Christmas Cupid at the moment while eating some Blue Moon ice cream with some gummy bears sprinkled over the top. My head is laying on his chest in a friends only manner. I laughed at a couple parts of the movie until it was finally over.
"So did you like-" I stop when I see the he is sleeping. I shut my computer and carefully get off the bed. I grab all of the snacks and head to the kitchen to put them away. After I finish I walk into my bedroom and take the Christmas blanket from the end of my bed and lay it over him. When I go to turn around I feel somebody grab my hand. I look back to see him looking at me with a tired smile.
"You can have your bed, I'll take the couch."
"No its okay, really. My couch is just as comfy has my bed." I smile and continue to walk out of my room. I head down the hall and grab a blanket and pillow from the small closet. I head over to my couch and set up a small bed. Once I'm done I turn on my TV and watch it until I fall asleep.
•••
I wake up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. A smile instantly appears on my face. I get up and walk to the kitchen with a smile still stuck to my face. I clear my throat making him turn around. He had powder all over the front of his plaid pajama pants and a little bit of flour on his bare chest, trying so hard not to stare.
"I made some breakfast for us!" A lopsided grin appears across his face.
"So I see," I giggle. "Well, I'm going to go get my clothes for the day on and I will be back in like 30 minutes. Will it be ready by then?"
"The food and I will be waiting," He turns back around and continues to cook.
I head to my room and pick out my outfit. I run my hand through my clothes in my closet until I stop at a red sweater dress. After I see it I know exactly what I'm going to wear. I head over to my sock drawer and pick out a pair of high knee gray socks. When I'm doing this I run across a picture, but not any picture. I look at it even though I know I shouldn't be. Tears brim the corners of my eyes. I slam my drawer close and head over to the bathroom. I walk over to the sink and open up the door to the left. I take out a razor and stare at it.
It's all my fault he died, I thought to myself. I put the razor to my skin and skim it across. I hold in my tears as I do it a couple more times. I look down at my wrist and sigh. I get up from the floor and wash the blood off from the razor and clean the blood off my wrist. I get the gauze from my cupboard above my sink and wrap my arm. I put everything away and roll my sleeve back down. I quickly walk back to my room and finish getting ready. Thank god my sweater dress is long sleeved. I do my makeup and hair and walk back out to the kitchen. Like nothing happened, I sit down next to him and begin to eat.
"This is really good, but you didn't have to make us breakfast." I smile.
"Its okay, I thought I owed you because I took over your bed last night."
"I told you it was fine," I give him a soft nudge. "So what do you want to do today?" I ask.
"Wanna give me a tour of the town?"
"Anything else?" I giggle.
"Oh! Why don't we got roller blading?"
"Sounds like fun, are you going in that?" I give him a nod as I chew.
"You go get ready and I'll take care of breakfast." I get up and start cleaning the table.
Just when I'm about done Zach walks in, smelling like heaven.
"I like the smell of your cologne," I smile. "Oh my god, I probably sound so weird." He chuckles.
"Its okay and thank you. Ready to go?"
"Yeah, let me just grab my purse and keys."
"Uhm, are you sure you're ready to drive?" He asks.
"Yeah, I just don't think I'll be able to ride a taxi ever again. Let's go!" I strolled over to the door and grabbed my jacket, shoes, keys, and purse with my phone in it from my hanger. I unlock the door and open it. When we both get outside the door I lock it back up and head towards the elevator.
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oops. its kinda been awhile😳
Uh oh, what do you think the picture was?;)
I was also thinking that i should just start writing small chapters like 4-5 paragraphs and I'd do like 1-3 updates a day? Comment what you think:@) <- piggy face
btw i made the soup.~.
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xoxo,
M