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Summary: A lighthearted little fic about Ray and Neela getting to know each other better.It's a REELA!
Ray walked into the dark apartment and threw his backpack to the ground. He knew Neela would yell at him later, but he left it there anyway. The only light in the room - eerie blue - came from the silent TV. Ray shrugged off his jacket and flopped, exhausted, onto the couch - failing to realize that Neela was fast asleep on it. With a shriek, she pushed Ray from on top of her, jumped off the couch, and ran to turn on the lights.
"Ouch. See, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt," Ray told her standing up and rubbing his bruised elbow. "But maybe if you kiss it, it would feel better."
Smiling, Neela walked over and gave his elbow a hard squeeze.
"What was that for!" Ray exclaimed as he rubbed his hurt elbow.
"That was for disappearing. I haven't heard a word from you in a week. You weren't even considerate enough to leave a note to say you wouldn't be home. Then today you burst in and try to squish me to death. I was worried, Ray! You could have been dying, laying in a ditch somewhere, and I wouldn't have had a clue!" Neela yelled in anger. Her eyes were on fire and she was sending Ray a death glare.
"Awww, I didn't know you cared," Ray remarked smugly as he walked around Neela and over to the fridge.
Slightly taken aback and blushing furiously, Neela followed into the kitchen. She watched as he stuck his head in the fridge and looked through it.
"Of course I care. If you were dead, I would have to find a new roommate," she retorted as she pushed him aside and took out the beer he was looking for.
"Thanks." He took it from her and sat at the table knowing that she wasn't finished yelling at him. Usually he would have tried to defend himself, but watching an angry Neela was intoxicating.
"Do you know what's worse?" she asked
"What's worse than me being dead?"
Ignoring his comment, Neela continued her argument.
"I didn't know anything about you. I didn't know your blood type, or if you had any allergies, or your next of kin. I realized that I'm living with a stranger. We don't know anything about each other."
"We know lots about each other," he protested indignantly.
"We're like two ships passing in the night."
"Neela, we aren't ships, we're doctors," Ray stated as he walked over to the couch and plopped down. As he reached over to grab the remote from the coffee table, his roommate quickly snatched it away.
"I don't like living with a stranger," she said, getting angrier and putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm not a stranger. I'm your roommate, though times like these make me wonder why."
To his utter amazement, Ray enjoyed living with Neela. She cleaned periodically and did the laundry, which was always good. But the biggest advantage was seeing her in the skimpy little pieces of cloth she called clothes. If he came home unexpectedly he could sneak a peek but she would immediately change after his arrival. He and Neela were "just roommates", but he wasn't blind.
"I have an idea," Neela remarked happily with a sparkle in her eye, "we should bond."
"Bond. You mean cook, knit, and talk about what happened on Oprah," Ray said, deadpan. He thought about doing a lot of things with Neela but bonding wasn't one of them.
"No…we could hang out."
"I knew you couldn't resist my charm," Ray said teasingly as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Shut up, Ray," Neela snorted as she brushed it off, ignoring the shiver that coursed up her spine.