So this is my first long fic. I have no idea how long it'll be. I know how I want it to end, but I don't know how much I'll put in between. Oh and just a note on the fact that sadly I will not be doing a sequel to like a teddy bear. If you want to know why, just check out my profile. Anyway, enjoy the story!

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"Gray? What's wrong?" My voice filled with worry as my best friend Gray, walked on to my farm dejectedly. What if he's depressed?

"I quit my job." He stated plainly. What?!

"You did what?!" I yelled.

He cringed. "Saibara and I had another fight."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you. Poor thing." I wrapped my arms around him.

"That's not all." He paused, "Doug won't let me stay at the Inn till I sort things out with the old man. And I can't talk to Saibara right now. I just can't." He looked at me hopefully. I realised what he wanted as soon as he finished speaking. Oh no. I want him to stay with me, but I don't know if I can afford it...

"Ah... I guess you could stay with me, until every thing is okay, but there is one condition..."

"What is it?" Gray asked desperately.

"You have to help me on the farm. I don't think I could afford to house you here with my current salary."

"I'll do anything." He answered.

"All right then, go get your bags." I sighed. His face lit up, and he practically skipped off my farm. Well, our farm now...

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Gray came holding a small suitcase. "That's it?" I asked.

"You'd be surprised by how much stuff I got in here." He grinned.

We came into my house. I'm glad that I fully upgraded it, and got the big bed. Otherwise, we wouldn't survive. Well, I guess Gray would sleep on the couch. But I would feel like a bad host.

Gray unzipped his suitcase, and as he had said, there was quite a bit in there. I helped him unload his toiletries into the new bathroom and cleared some space in my drawers for him to put clothes in. He had a few decoration things that we put in the shelf. I noticed there was still one container in his suitcase.

I reached out to touch it. "What's in the-" Wack. He slapped my hand back. I stared at him in shock.

"There's peanut butter, oreos and gold fish." I rolled my eyes. I should've known. Gray has always been protective of his food.

"You know Gray, I have those things too."

"I know, but this stuff is special." He said, subconsciously stroking the box.

"Whatever..."

Gray walked over to the TV and turned it on. He went through the channels fairly quickly. Why? Because there are only four freaking channels.

"That's all you have?!" Gray groaned.

"Pretty much. BUT! I have a radio!" I smiled enthusiastically. Gray just stared at me, like I was psycho or something...which is only somewhat true.

I glared, and pushed the on button, without breaking eye-contact. 'All the single ladies' by Beyonce came on. "I dare you to dance to this. It will be fun." I challenged.

"You're on." Gray stood up and very humourously started swinging his hips. He knew it would make me laugh, and I didn't want to give him that satisfaction, so I pressed my lips together tightly. He started exaggerating the moves, which looked even funnier. A tear escaped, and I brushed it away. But I couldn't help laughing uncontrollably when he shook his butt expressively. He smirked as he continued dancing.

By the time the song ended, the chair I had collapsed on had tear stains on it. "See Gray, radios are awesome, even you are smiling." He grunted, a smile still tugging at his lips. Another song came on. I didn't recognize it, so I turned the radio off.

I yawned. "What time is it?"

"Seven. We should probably eat."

"Okay. I'll just make some kraft dinner, since I'm kind of tired."

"Sounds good to me." Gray turned to the TV.

I cooked quickly and set dinner on the table. "Dinner honey!" I teased.

"Okay, sugar plum, I'll be right there."

I giggled. "Sugar plum?"

"Meh, I read it somewhere."

We ate very quickly. Much to my embarrassment, I let out a large belch when I finished.

Gray chuckled. "In some countries, if you burp after a meal, it's a compliment."

"Okay, then." I said, not even bothering to ask where he found that. Probably in a book or something similar.

"Oh um, what are we doing about...sleeping arrangements?"

"We can share my big bed if you want." I said.

"Really?" Gray squealed happily. I nodded. "Yay!" He said and he ran to my bed and did a belly flop onto it. He snuggled into the warm and comfy covers.

"Honestly, Gray, you'd think you were five. Anyway, I'm going to go get changed and brush my teeth. If you want desert, I still have some of the cherry pie in the fridge." Gray nodded, and almost ran to the fridge, sorting through it madly. I sighed. Living with your best guy friend is tougher than it seems.

I changed into a brown oversized T-shirt, that went my mid-thigh.

"Your turn." I called to Gray, who had returned in front of the TV.

"Yeah, yeah." He picked some stuff out of his drawer.

I blushed furiously as he came back out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. As many times as I had seen him topless, it was breathless every time. His upper body is perfect, well toned and muscular. His legs were muscular as well, but they were quite fuzzy, so his legs were a bit more pale. And in between those two body sections, I knew nothing. We're really good friends but not that good friends. I shivered.

"Get a shirt on." I joked.

"Get some pants on." He joined in, smirking.

"It's like a dress anyway!" I protested, tugging at the edge of the T-shirt.

"Riiiiight." He said. He received a poke for that.

Gray went as far to the left on the bed as he could and I did the same on the right, but we were still very near each other. I have a feeling we'll wake up in some awkward position. It happened all the time when I was younger.

"G'night" Gray whispered, and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Night."

It was only two minutes before I heard some loud snoring.

Oh no. What have I gotten myself into?

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So there is the first chapter of Staying over! Let me know what you guys think of it. The next chapter will be in Gray's point of view. Thank you for reading it.