One day you'll look at a person that you thought as only a friend and see them differently. Soon that person will be the only one you could ever imagine yourself with.

Chapter Fifteen: Jesus.

Char turned and turned on the bed for a few minutes before opening her eyes. Damn her stupid habit of waking up at 7:30. It was like Mother Nature herself made it part of her morning duties to wake her up at exactly 7:30. Who knew two hours of sleep is not enough? Waking up before eight should be illegal.

“Morning, sleepyhead. I know you were dreaming about me. Explains the drool.” She looked to the left to see Daniel, eyes closed, hands under his head as he lay on his back, smirking.
She'd forgotten he was on her bed.

“Shut up,” she muttered, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door. She stepped into the living room and memories of the earlier happenings hit her like a truck. She sighed. She really had a lot of work to do. Thank God her parents weren't going to be back until tomorrow. She walked into the kitchen and began making breakfast.

“You're definitely not a morning person. That's no way to greet a friend.” Daniel said, as he made himself comfortable on one of the kitchen stools while he waited for his breakfast.

“Shut up.” She replied, placing a plate of pancakes and some syrup in front of him. “Tea or coffee?”

“Coffee.” She turned on the coffeemaker and proceeded to fry some eggs as she waited for the coffee.

“How did you sleep?” Daniel asked, taking a bite from his pancakes.

“On my bed, under the covers in my room, with a pillow.” She poured coffee into two cups and passed him one with a plate of eggs.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean, dummy.”

“It was fine. You?” she dug into her breakfast.

“Good.”

They finished breakfast in silence. Char wasn't sure where to start from. She really needed to paint the walls and at the same time, put things in order.

“So where do we begin?” Daniel asked, putting his plates in the sink.

“Uh.. I was thinking about painting first. It's more stressful. Since we don't have any paint, I'm going to go get some. I'll be gone for at least twenty minutes, so take a shower. You stink.” she walked past him to pit her plates in the sink before washing her hands.

“Okay. Whatever you say, Boss Lady. Just stop by the house and get me some clothes. I can't wear this anymore.” he chuckled before climbing the stairs up to her room.

She followed him, but didn't open the door until she heard the bathroom door open and close. She walked to her nightstand and grabbed her wallet. She grabbed her shoes by her closet before walking out and heading to the store.

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She'd been back for twenty minutes and he still wasn't out of the shower. What was he doing in there? Getting married?? She'd hoped he'd be out by the time she got back from the store. She'd even stopped at the Miller's to grab him some clothes. It must have been an hour. And in that time, she'd arranged the whole house. She pulled the couches upright, hang the picture frames and paintings back on the wall, gotten rid of the shattered glasses on the floor. She could have painted the wall but the wall was so wide, she was sure it would be impossible to finish by herself in a day.

She heard footsteps coming from behind her and she stood up to face him. “What in God's name have you been doing in th—” She couldn't finish her statement when she saw that he was shirtless.

“Jesus.”

Water skimmed down his chest. She saw that he was only in the  sweatpants she grabbed for him. She tried to stop her eyes from travelling down his body because all she wanted to do was touch those smooth looking, chiseled, lickable abs. Not to talk of his biceps. God was definitely in a happy mood when he created you. She let her eyes stop on the waistband of his sweatpants.

Don't go further.

She didn't noticed that he was now standing right in front of her. He leaned down, his breath lingering on her face. His breath was minty so she figured he'd just brushed his teeth. “You know, you're free to lick if you want to. Someone once told me they taste like strawberries and I hear you love strawberries.” he smirked down at her, emphasizing the word ‘love’.

How did he know that?

Say something Char, quick.

“Yeah? Well, I hate strawberries.”

Pathetic.

He grinned before standing straight and putting his shirt on. “Your loss.” Surprising, it wasn't the shirt she grabbed him from his house. It was the one he wore before taking a shower.

“When did you do all this?” he asked, surprised.

“When I was waiting for your lazy ass to get out of the shower.” she muttered, walking past him to the bucket of paint. She grabbed a brush and tossed him one. “And they say women take eons in the bathroom.”

“Hey, all these,” he gestured to his body. “take time to maintain. I need to keep it spotlessly clean in case, you know, something comes along.”

“Idiot.” she scoffed. “Come help me with this.” she said as she grabbed the couches to the other side of the living room so keep the paint from getting on them.

She took the covers and spread it on the floor. She pulled her shirt off leaving only her tank top.

“What colour is this?” Daniel asked, removing the lid to check the paint.

“White.” she simply said, tying her hair in a ponytail above her head.

“Yeah, I know that. I mean why did you buy this colour? The walls are painted cream. Don't you think Mr and Mrs Winston will notice?”

“Yeah, I know. I'll make something up. They didn't have the creme colour and I couldn't drive all the way to the store downtown.” she held her brush, soaked it in paint and plastered it on the left side of the wall.

“What do you think it means?” Daniel asked, staring at the wall.

“What?” she took a good look at the wall. The paint had dried but she could still make sense of the words. It said 'STAY AW'. She didn't know how she hadn't seen it before.

“It clearly says ‘Stay away’. It could be that I got here before they could finish painting the words. But stay away from what exactly?” Daniel asked, to himself more than anyone.

“I don't know.” she though hard. Stay away from what? She hadn't taken anything belonging to someone else. People could be so stupid. If you have something to say, why not just come out and say it instead of going in circles confusing others? She sighed. She dipped her brush in paint again and rolled across the words. She just wanted the nightmares to end.

Daniel did the same. Only he was still confused. Who would want to harm Char? She couldn't hurt a fly. Maybe spiders, yes. But not a fly. From where he was standing, everything screamed DANGER.

He glanced at the clock. 9:48. It was still early. Thankfully, it was a saturday which meant no work. He'd taken this trip as somewhat of a vacation yet he found himself working his ass off everyday.

“Daniel? Tell me a joke.” Char looked at him. Maybe if he told his usual lame jokes, she'd laugh.

“Well, which one? Roses are red?” He smiled, putting his brush down on the covers.

“Anyone.” she replied, trying not to laugh. She was sure it would be crap.

He put his index and middle fingers to his head and pretended to think but she knew he had a whole pack of lame jokes up his head. “Okay, I got one for you. Sugar is sweet, Lemons are tart, I love you more than a unicorn fart.”

She glared at him. Shocked would be an understatement. It was even worse than she imagined. She burst out laughing. Extremely hard, tears began to fall. When she was sure she could hold it in, she looked at him. His face was red from anger.

“What the hell? That was my best joke! ” he scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Roses are red, chocolates are brown. I expect nothing and I'm still let down.” Daniel's eyes threatened to burst out of its socket's and she roared in laughter. Nothing felt better than embarrassing him.

“Show off,” he huffed. “I'll get you back for that.”

“Yeah, right.” she smiled at him.

He gave her that crooked smile. Something is up.

“No! Don't even think about it!” she yelled, backing away. “Don't even think about thinking about it!”

He picked up his brush and flickered it at her. Drops of paints flew unto her shirt. “Ah! You idiot!” she screamed, flickering her brush at him too. She laughed, he laughed, paint all over their bodies. Char thought it was like a scene out of a cliché movie where the guy and the girl are in the kitchen, making bubbles in the sink and soaking themselves with it. Water fight. Only this time it was paint.

“Sucker!” Daniel yelled through his laughter, rolling his brush from her face to her stomach. He had to admit, he hadn't had this kind of fun in a while.

“Ugh!” Char gasped as the brush ran down her body. No way Daniel was going to win this one. She dipped her brush in paint and quickly ran it down from his hair, she knew how much he loved his hair, to his abdomen.

Daniel touched his hair. Sticky. Why is it sticky? Char erupted in laughter, falling on the covers. No, she didn't. She got paint all over his hair. Not the precious hair.

Char 2. Daniel 0.

I'm gonna get you for this, Charlee.

Char still sat on the covers laughing her ass off. His face was.. priceless.

“What, are you sitting down for tea or something?” he asked her, turning back to the wall to continue.

“Shut up.” she smiled, getting up.

They painted in silence for what seemed like two hours when actually it was just three minutes. They already covered most of the wall.

“Hey Char,” he asked, putting his brush down and looking at her. “You still mad at me?”

She exactly what he was talking about.

“Twinkle twinkle little star...” she replied, rolling her brush up and down the wall.

“How I wonder what you are?” he asked again, this time with amusement.

“Wish I could run you over with my car.”

“Okay, you're still mad.” he said with a chuckle.

Char sighed. What was the point?

“No, I'm not mad. I mean I'm not too happy that I caught you both in the middle of copulation which by the way was the most annoying, disgusting, revolting, repuls-”

“Your point?” Daniel asked, rolling his eyes.

“My point is, I couldn't care less what you do with Daniel Junior. I sincerely hope you learnt from Mr and Mrs Miller's mistake and used a freaking condom.”

Daniel looked relived. “Okay, that's cool. But let's clear something up. He's not a 'junior'. In fact he should be referred to as Senior because there is absolutely nothing little about him.”

Char snickered. “Why on earth are you referring to,” she pointed south, “as a person?”

“Because I see him as one.”

“It's not like it can do things human can do. For example, it can't talk.” she looked at him.

Daniel smirked. “Just wait until he's inside you and see if you won't have a real conversation with him.”

Char simply shrugged... Then his words registered in her head.

Wait, what?!

Daniel roared in laughter. Char looked like he'd just told her he ate babies for breakfast. Her eyes were so wide he was surprised they didn't pop out. He laughed until he couldn't breathe then collapsed on the covers. “Oh my God! oh..my.. Char.. Your face! Fucking... Priceless!”

“You...You.. Ugh!” she yelled before starting for her room. “You're so...”

“Devilishly handsome?” he asked after her.

“I hate you...for being so....!” she shouted before shutting the door with a loud bang.

“Devilishly handsome.” He laughed to himself.

Char 2. Daniel 100.

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