Guest: Good idea!

Sabbs123: I'll elaborate on that.

Egyptiandude990: Yes, it is cray cray indeed.

Jericho opened his eyes and yawned.

He turned his head to look over at the time.

Kole smiled. "Morning sweets!"

His eyes almost popped out his head.

Why is she in his bed?!

Probably did her nightly check of every hair on his body.

What Jericho hates the most about being mute is that he can't yell for help.

Good thing he keeps a cow bell under his bed!

Kole was still smiling at him as he leaned over the side of the bed.

"Cute tush."

Jericho blushed and took up the cow bell.

Then he threw it at the wall on the left of him.

"What was that for?" Kole asked.

Jericho crossed his arms.

Herald opened the door.

"The hell you throwing things for?"

Then he spotted Kole.

"Out, dollar whore."

Kole leaned back against the headboard.

"Make me, Sir Neckington." (Get it?)
Her glared at her.

"No you did not just got there." He said as Kole said,

"I sure did."

Jericho had an 'Oh shit' look on his face.

"I said I wouldn't hit girls, but you're pushing me... Hey, I'm not even sure you are a girl."

Kole smirked and laid against Jericho. "He'll find out."

Jericho tried push her off looking at Herald frantically.

Herald rolled up his sleeves and walked over to them.

He lifted Kole off the bed and swung her over his shoulder.

"Leggo! You're trying to kill the love!"

He 'accidentally' dropped her.

And 'accidentally' accompanied it with a subtle kick to the gut.

"I am soooo sorry. Let me help you up." He yanked her up so roughly that she fell right back on her face.

He was such a good actor that Jericho didn't realize he did everything on purpose.

"Ugh!" She pulled herself up.

Then she smiled.

"Thanks for your help, bozo. I think I'll make breakfast."

She limped out the room.

Herald grinned and turned to Jericho. "I really don't know why I'm so clumsy today... I just wanted to help her up."

Jericho shrugged and stood up.

Herald was about to say something but he realized that Kole's cooking breakfast.

There is no way in hell that she should be allowed in his kitchen!
Next thing he knows he might be growing a second head out his stomach.

He ran out the room.

Jericho took a deep breath.

This is gonna be something else.,.

Hee hee...

First one to guess what Sir Neckington means, wins!

Next chap fast forwards into a week.