Under the Same Roof

By: Moments of Insanity

Date : 16 Oct 2004

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Author's note: Ai, I know I should not start another story. But I just couldn't help it. . I don't have an editor for this, so I had to try my best to tackle the English grammar thing.

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Zale blinked his eye owlishly, squinting at the morning sun filtered through the thin curtains and shadows danced on the wooden floor as the wind played with the light fabric, bringing in a smell of spring. He stifled a yawn and decided to snuggle back into the wonders of dreamland. Suddenly he felt something amiss, more like feeling a weight over his body, he cast his eyes down and gulped.

There, with half of her body thrown over him slept a girl with short dark hair. She was obviously clad in an oversize T-shirt as her bare shoulder was sensually displayed. He gulped again and fought against the urge to run his fingers over the gentle curve where her slender neck joined her shoulder. She shifted in her sleep and instantaneous Zale blushed as her thigh pressed against his private parts. Her hand that was thrown across his chest now placed on his shoulder and her head fitted snugly to the hollow of his neck. Now shocked wide awake, he blinked and stiffened like a board when her breaths teased and caused strange turmoil's to his heart.

She shifted again, baby blue eyes slowly opened. With a soft sigh, she rolled over and now literally lying on top of him. Despite his obvious uncomfortable position, Zale couldn't be help but let the corners of his lips tugged upward. She looked adorable with her dark hair going in all directions and sleepy blue eyes, the light behind her caste a soft halo behind her, bringing out the blue highlight that he failed to see before. He noticed she had pouting lips and wonder what it would have felt like to kiss. He lifted his left hand and gently caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his hand.

"morning," she murmured.

Zale woke up with a jolt. He swallowed hard and tried to slow his labored breath. He looked at the alarm clock on the floor, a quarter past six am.

"Shit," he muttered and sank his head into the folds of his arm, as his wooly mind ran over curses for the already forgotten dream. This certainly screwed up his plan for sleeping in.

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He woke up later, around 10 o'clock. With sleepy eyes he stumbled out of his room and into the bathroom. After a refreshing visit with the tap, he stumbled into the kitchen fixing a cup of much needed tea. Glancing at the calendar that hung next to the kitchen sink he scowled darkly, his bachelor pad would be invaded today. Damn his father for such a ridiculous arrangement, and with a list of curses still running through his head, he began to fix his breakfast. The doorbell rang, jerking him from his thoughts of misery.

He looked alarm, his last minute of solitude slipping away. He shot a look at the mirror hanging near, at least his hair looked kempt, though the same couldn't be said for the living room with numerous of packing boxes littered around. With annoyance at the incessant ringing, he grabbed his tea and moved across the room, cursing once as he stubbed his toe.

Yanking the front door he put on his most angry face to show the invader his displeasure of the whole arrangement, only to have the mask slipped off as tension left his shoulder.

"Oh, its you." His shoulder slumped, "what's up?"

"What's with the pouting face? Got up the wrong side this morning?" Jay replied while entered his friend's apartment without waiting for Zale's invitation. "Are you moving? Got kicked out?" he asked, taking in the numerous paper boxes in the living room.

"My place will be invaded today. I have to empty my study studio for this girl who would be staying here because my place is near the University."

"Lucky man," Jay smirked sarcastically, understanding his friend's preference for solitude at home. Not that Zale was anti-social but he just enjoyed some quiet evenings by his own. Zale snorted. "Now this would be a situation I would loved to have. So who's the brain behind this arrangement," he asked as he moved to the open kitchen for a cup of coffee.

"My lecher of a father," Zale spat, slouching against the wall, "he met this lady at the hospital, apparently they're now good friends; I understood the lady wanted to keep the relationship the same but not father so he thought he could woo the lady by giving her a favor. Her daughter will be studying here and she needs a place to stay, and I happen to have another room. Put these two together and voila, my solitude going out of the window."

"And the lady actually let her daughter to live with a man," Jay asked surprisingly, scoping sugar in his coffee. Zale shrugged.

"My father is quite a incessant man. He said it will be a good opportunity to meet my future step sister," Zale continued mockingly. "I guess he planned to only support my future sister monetarily like myself. The worst thing is I couldn't refuse as the place belongs to him and I still have to rely on him."

Jay hesitatingly asked, "Your mother?"

"She doesn't really care, as long as he pays her credit card bill every month."

"Sucks to be you," Jay trailed off, blowing the steam off his cup. Zale fell into a contemplative silence.

A quarter of an hour later, Zale's door bell rang again.

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