Fate for a Luna

Chapter 4

I woke up before Al did. When I woke up I realized that during the night our original position had moved. Instead of being on our own sides of the bed, we were both in the middle. My head was on his shoulder and I had my arm and leg slung over him. He held me in place with his arm and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

I retracted my limbs away from him, making him frown and shift in his sleep. I slowly got up from the bed. With each movement I made away from him I watched him so I could make sure he was still sleeping. When I had finally gotten completely away I let out a sigh of relief. I walked into my bathroom and handled my business. Walking out of the bathroom I noticed Al still sleeping. Man, he must have been really tired.

Shaking my head in amusement I walked into my small kitchen. Dang, I still have no food. I continued to search my cupboards and all I found were a few crackers and mint tea bags.

"I guess this'll have to do," I mumbled to myself.

"We should just go out," I heard the grumbly tired voice of Al behind me.

I shook my head saying, "I don't want to spend the money. Plus, this is plenty."

"Your definition of plenty and mine are very different," he said. I shrugged my shoulders and started to make the tea.

"I'm serious, let's go out," he told me.

"I'm serious too," I told him as I took a bite of one of the stale crackers.

"What do I have to do to make sure you actually get the nutrition you need?" He asked me. I looked at him as I thought of what he could possibly give me. I don't need anything. I don't really want anything either.

As I continued to look at him, he ran a hand through his uneven hair. I think I just found what I want.

"I want you to get a haircut," I admitted to him.

"Fine, hand me a pair of scissors," he told me reaching out his hand.

"Oh, no no no no," I told him making his hand go down, "A real haircut."

With an exasperated look on his face, he replied, "I can give myself a real haircut! I've been doing it for centuries."

I looked at the awkward hair that sat upon his beautiful head. "No you can't," I told him.

He gave me a growl telling me, "My hair is fine."

"It looks like a toddler cut it!" I snapped back.

"A toddler shouldn't have scissors!" He replied back quickly.

"Than neither should you! It's the same skill level," I argued making him go silent.

"Fine, I'll get a hair cut and you'll eat real food," he agreed.

I nodded my head then said, "I'll pay for the haircut."

"And I'll pay for the food," he said.

About half an hour later we were in downtown White Lake, sitting inside the local Denny's. We sat in the old faded red and yellow booth and ate pancakes.

"I can't believe your town only has two restaurants," Al said shaking his head.

I shrugged as I told him, "It's a small town."

"If you only have two restaurants then do you guys even have a place that cuts hair or whatever it's called?" He asked me then took a bite from his syrupy mountain.

"A salon?" I questioned.

"Yeah that," he said nodding his head.

"Of course we do," I replied rolling my eyes. I ate the last little bit of my pancakes as Al added more butter to his last pancake.