I woke up to the soft sound of the tv. Michael was gone and I was covered in a warm blanket. Before I remembered the extent of where I was a smile came to my lips but it quickly disappeared when he came back into the room. 

"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked, he nodded and pointed to a doorway across the hall. I walked in and looked at myself in the mirror. I was hair sticking out of my distorted ponytail and make up smudged across my face. I washed my face off and let my hair down before using the bathroom and leaving the room. 

"Michael?" I asked reentering the room. He made a soft hum sound to respond as he sat on the side of his bed. "Why me? Why did you want me to keep you company?" I asked genuinely curious. "I thought you were pretty when I first saw you. I saw how calm and nice you were, even to bad people. I started getting to know you without you ever knowing me." he said. Somewhere inside it made me blush. I looked at my feet and he noticed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." I waved my hand to dismiss it. "No it's okay, I've just never really had someone tell me they thought I was pretty before." I said trying to make the redness go away. 

He reached out a hand and I took it, a tingling feeling hit my skin as I put my hand in his. He pulled me lightly to him, so that I was standing about a foot from him. "Kitty, you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." I blushed big time. He was being genuine and nice. I jumped a little bit when he used my first name. I let go of his hand and he looked down as a certain awkwardness filled the space around us. 

"Are you hungry?" he asked, breaking the silence. I nodded and he began walking to the door. "Michael?" I said, getting him to turn around. "Can I help?" I asked. A small smile came to the lips of the mask and he nodded. I followed him downstairs and we began cooking. I worked beside him and kept looking over at his hands. He has small scars littering his skin. I looked up at his wide shoulders, wondering what he looked like under his jumpsuit. I brushed the idea from my mind and finished what I was doing. When we had food we went to the living room and ate and as I took our plates back to the kitchen, he flipped on a scary movie. 

We began watching it and the more it played the closer I seemed to get to him on the couch. Every time I jumped it seemed I was another inch closer to him. He would look at me and chuckle under his mask. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the television set. A jump scare popped up and I jumped so hard I bumped into him. He pulled me into his lap and we both stared at each other for a second. I had my head turned and was inches from his face. I tilted my head just slightly and for a second everything around us zoned out, he looked down to my lips and back to my eyes and we both became away of what was going on in the moment. 

I jumped out of his lap and onto the couch beside him and he stood excusing himself to the bathroom. I flushed red in the face and fiddled with my fingers as he returned to his spot on the couch. He looked over at me and seemed to be a little panicked. "I'm sorry." he said in a hushed tone. "No it's okay, I didn't hate it." I said shrugging. He nodded and I felt bad for being so jumpy. He was trying to be comforting. I slowly stood and sat back down on his legs, leaning my head on his wide chest. He wrapped an arm around me and I felt like I breathed a real breath for the first time since I walked into the house.