A/N: So I ended up watching the movie Warm Bodies about a week or two ago. I liked it pretty well, but when I heard there was a book, for some reason I had to get my hands on it. I did, and ended up reading it in two days, then almost immediately searched for fanfiction, which there isn't enough of, but I'm here to fix that. ;-)

This is a little collection of drabbles of R's "first times" and experiences as a human...no, not like that (maybe. That might change), ranging from happy and fluffy to sad and quiet. This is in the bookverse, which means General Grigio is dead.

Warm Bodies belongs to Isaac Marion, I just felt like playing with his characters for awhile.

Chapter 1: Sleep

The ride home was quiet, but R and Julie were greeted warmly by Nora, who dressed R's wounds carefully while Julie stood by, a halfhearted smile on her lips. After Nora was done with him, she drew her best friend into her arms. "He's gone," Julie murmured into Nora's frizzy hair. R felt hopeless just watching.

"It's gonna be okay, sweetie," she rocked her back and forth slowly. "You're gonna be okay." Julie Grigio had seen so many people die, had watched her mother run away, seen her boyfriend eaten by someone she came to love, and now she had seen her father fall off a roof. R's mouth fell open as he realized Julie was an orphan now. It hurt to see her cry, not the kind of hurt from his shot shoulder, but an awful ache in his chest that spread to his stomach. It startled him.

"Oh, R," Julie said breathlessly, leaving Nora's arms and falling into his. "You need rest. I'm sorry,"

"N-no...don't apologize..." he stuttered.

"You two get some rest," Nora waved them off. "I'm gonna head to bed myself." she often stayed at Julie's house; she had practically lived there since she was a teenager. Now that her father was gone, she was considering seriously living with them. They said their goodnights and walked into their respective bedrooms.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Julie said, kissing R's cheek and quickly heading into the bathroom. As soon as she was done, she sent him in. He remembered taking a shower when Nora and Julie gave him a makeover to pass time, but this was different. He had living skin with a normal flesh color (still a bit pale but no longer gray), and when the water had first hit it gave him goosebumps, which was also new.

"G-god, this is weird," R whispered to himself, nearly amused.

When he got out of the shower and dressed himself in the clothes Julie had left for him: a too big t-shirt and comfy flannel pants. He liked the feel of the fabric against his skin. He stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the colder bedroom (he noticed every temperature change, every sensation he felt), where Julie was waiting with some water and a bowl of dry cereal. He ate and drank slowly, but grimaced when he tasted the cereal.

"Tasteless...c-cardboard." he commented, and Julie chuckled.

"I know it's not very good, but I don't want you to eat too much. You'll throw up." He raised an eyebrow. He didn't remember this 'throwing up'. "You'll figure it out soon," she promised. "Unfortunately." He didn't know what to make of this, but he decided not to question it.

"A-are you okay?" he asked her.

"I...will be." she replied.

R gently touched her face. "I am...s-so sorry, J-Julie."

She shook her head. "Let's sleep. Sleep is good." They crawled under the covers, and the nice feel of cool, clean linens was, to R's surprise, wonderful.

"Mmm," he sighed, and Julie giggled.

"Did you sleep when you were dead?"

"S-sorta...not r-really...sleep." he was frustrated that he still struggled with words. He gingerly wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling with relief when she relaxed in his arms.

"Good night," she whispered.

"N-night," he replied, and it took them awhile to fall asleep, but when they did they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, for a very long time.