The only time I've ever kissed him intentionally was a dark, gloomy Tuesday in November. It had been silent all morning. He would usually lean into the spare bedroom in the basement where I slept and tell me to wake up. Around 2:00 in the afternoon, I heard a tiny delicate cough come from a room across the floor. I became worried. Was he sick? Did he long for my companionship, and send out the cough as an SOS?

I pondered on whether or not I should give him a quick visit. My eyes moved around the room and to the door, knowing what to do. I put one foot down onto the cold dusty floor and closed my eyes. I set my other foot down and got out of the creaky bed. I walked towards the door, the floor boards squeaking, talking to me in a secret language.

As I stepped into the hall, a moth zipped past me, causing a sliver of fear to trickle down my spine. I walked slowly looking around the gory basement. I past his studio, where he did his one true passion. I kept my eyes on the floor, not looking at what could become of me. The sound of an old record playing "Goodbye Horses" danced down the hall. I found the door.

I've never set foot in his room. But as he always said, there's a first time for everything. My bruised knuckles rested on the wood surface and I raised my hand to knock. 2 tiny patters was all my hand would make. His deep voice, which was barely there, called out, "Come in." I grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open.

I peeked around the door to see him sitting in bed, his eyes red and puffy, his nose sore, and Precious, sitting in his lap. The room was cold. A current of freezing air lingered around my uncovered skin. I closed the door behind me and looked around the room. A 4 poster bed with a chestnut nightstand by its side. A tiny closet door was cracked, but not enough to show its content.

He shifted his weight over to the other side of the bed, giving me room to sit. At least I was hoping that's what he wanted. I quickly walked over and sat on the quilted material. He was dressed as he always was. A pair of gray sweats covered his boney legs and his chest remained bare. That revolting nipple ring was showing, which always made me disgusted. Precious climbed off his lap and wondered over to mine.

We sat in silent for about 10 minutes. "You know if you weren't feeling well, I'm here to care for you. That is my job isn't it?" I asked, my eyes penetrating the wall. His rough hand found my knee and the other touched my cheek. I whipped my head toward his direction. He had a tiny smile on his face. "Your job is to keep sane." I snickered at his joke, knowing it was to late for that. He chuckled softly and the silence returned.

"I could do other things for you. I could run errands. I could cook, clean, and get you the supplies for your project."

"But if you go, you'll never come back." His hoarse voice whispered.

"I'll always come back."

And that's the day, that I kissed, the one and only, Jame Gumb.

A/N This chapter is merely a test run. If it does well, do expect more. If not, then please enjoy this entry. I do not own any characters except for the OC who's name while be announced. I hope you all enjoy! If you have any questions or concerns then feel free to message me.