Yeah, I know, it's only been four days, so sue me. But I have nothing else to do, and I can't go to sleep until my brother beats this all-important video game, so here we are.

I think I'll just sit and daydream now. :/ Meh.

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Chapter two: Please Repeat That

"So that's what happened."

Spencer looks at me hard before sighing and running a hand over his face. "And you brought him here?"

"Well I figured you'd want time to think of a place to hide the body."

"Ian," he starts. I continue undaunted.

"I mean, he's not big, so it shouldn't be hard."

"I will give you another black eye if you don't shut up right now."

Spencer looks at me another minute with his warning look before he leans forward from his spot on the coffee table. His shoulders cast a big shadow over the small form on the couch before him.

"You make it sound like I have extra eyes." I mutter, making an attempt to roll the two I do have and failing. He ignores me.

"How long has he been like this?"

I shift my position on the arm of the sofa so that I'm facing him directly, and glance down at the unconscious face before my feet.

"I got the bleeding to stop about an hour and forty minutes ago, but he's been out for about two hours."

"And no one else was here when you got back?"

I frown. "No. Tala left."

"Bryan?"

"Probably out drinking."

Spencer looks at me hard for a silent moment. "You really shouldn't have brought him here."

"Well what choice did I have? He was conscious long enough to recognize me and say my name, so ditching him at the hospital wasn't such a great idea, now was it?"

The big brute sighs and rubs his eyes again, standing. He retrieves the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and carefully covers Kevin with it. I blink, having only seen him be so gentle with non-human things.

"You have to call his team in the morning."

"It is the morning."

"You have to call his team when it's not four A.M.." He says, tossing an exhausted glare at me. "And don't fuck this up any more than you already have."

I roll my eyes and nod and do whatever it takes to get him to just go away. When he's gone, I stare after him for a few minutes before looking down at Kevin again. He looks so… calm. Comfortable, almost, although I know I'm just kidding myself about that. I watch him for a while, my eyes glazing over in thought, before Spencer's voice tugs me back to reality.

"You idiot. Tala is sleeping in your bed." He hisses. I look at him a moment, letting the information sink in, before my teeth clench. That irritating prick is in my bed? Spencer continues, obviously not as perturbed as I am.

"Just…" He mutters. "Sleep on the floor or something. If you sleep in his bed he'll kill you."

"Why would I sleep in his bed?" I snap, shoving myself off the couch. I push out my chest to example defiance, like I saw an ape do on the Discovery Channel once. Spencer is unimpressed.

"So sleep on the floor." He sighs, moving to turn out the lights. My eyes narrow.

"Screw that. I'll bunk on the couch with Veggie Boy."

The lights click out.

"If you need me," I continue, "I'll be comfortableand unavailable."

Spencer is gone. I sigh, letting my chest fall as I turn around. The sofa is pretty deep, and there's plenty of room on it, but I feel awkward moving Kevin up against the back of the couch. He's so limp. If you've ever pushed someone who's unconscious around, you'll know how weird it feels. I keep thinking he'll wake up, but even as I slide onto the cushions beside him and steal half the blanket, he doesn't stir.

Man, what a great roommate.

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Something warm pushes against my chest gently, and my arms wrap around it tighter. Whatever it is, it's soft and smells nice, like scented candles or something. For a few minutes everything about this situation feels totally normal, before I begin to recognize where I am, and what I'm doing.

My eyes open to find a mop of green hair tucked beneath my chin. Kevin had, at some point, rolled over into me. I didn't know people could do that when they're unconscious. Looking at him now, I recognize a certain amount of emotion on his face: something he didn't have a few hours earlier. I wonder if people come out of an unconscious state and immediately go into sleep mode? I adjust my arms without much thought and watch him closely, noting the reaction.

His breathing shifts and he sighs. His eyelids flutter for a minute before they crack open; Veggie Boy is no longer a veggie.

I'm just starting to compose my thoughts when his eyes open in full alert, and he sits up. The motion must have brought a rush of blood to his head, because in the next instant he's on his back again, holding his head in apparent agony. I scramble off the couch and fall to a sitting position on the coffee table, like Spencer had been doing the night prior.

"I guess I don't have to tell you not to do that again, huh?"

He doesn't look at me. Very slowly this time, he sits up and leans back into the sofa, one hand never leaving the back of his head. When he does eventually squint up at me, I've shifted to a cross legged position, and I guess it's making me look over-eager, because he's glaring pretty venomously.

"What happened?" He growls, his voice strained. I try a smile and regret it, because the glare darkens considerably at the sight.

"You um. Fell."

"I fell."

"Yeah."

"... And now I'm here."

"Yes."

"Where the hell is 'here', Ian." It isn't a question, and for a moment I can't help but compare him to the way Tala was acting last night. Then again... that might not be too far off, judging by the look I'm getting from him.

"Well... It's the apartment my team has while we're here. Duh."

"Ian."

"And you're here because," I continue immediately. I can't tell whether or not I want to mess with him, but I'm starting to think better of it. "We collided last night around a corner and you fell, and then hit your head, and then you passed out. And I had no where else to bring you."

Kevin looks at me like I'm an idiot, and just as he's opening his mouth - probably to suggest the hospital or some other fine medical establishment - the front door opens on the other side of the room, and in walks Bryan.

He doesn't seem to give two shits that Kevin is here. He walks right passed, smelling faintly of beer and popcorn, and strolls right into the hallway out of sight. We both watch him as he passes through the room, like he's the most interesting thing in the world. Even after he vanishes, we both stare down the hallway for a minute before blinking our attention back to one another.

"... What were we talking about?" Kevin muttered, sliding off the couch now and looking around the floor for something. I watch him without much concern.

"How I was thoughtful enough to provide a roof for you to sleep under while you were unconscious."

"Sleeping and being unconscious are two very different things." He mutters, almost beneath his breath. He's moving around the corner of the couch now, and just before he has to get around behind it, he finds what he's after. When he turns around, he has his bag in his hands. I think for a moment how big it looks, but let it go.

"Yeah, well, you get the point: I'm hospitable beyond all doubt, and you were in the process of thanking me."

I actually believe that he can't remember what we were just talking about. He seems extremely distracted, and he starts rooting through his bag for something only to allow something else to catch his attention. It takes him a few minutes, but he eventually pulls out a small white container and a clear plastic bottle of water.

"Thank me any time, then," I continue, a little cautiously. He pops off the lid of the small white container and glances up at me, eyes tight in pain.

"Why? I got them out of my bag."

"No, not that. For bringing you here."

"What? When?"

"Last night."

He considers this for a moment before tipping two pills from the little bottle and recapping it. "This isn't exactly a Sandals Resort. I don't see why I should thank you."

I could slap my face with my palm, but I don't think I will. "No, I mean when you hit your head."

"Is that why I have this excruciating headache?"

"Yes. Well... Yes." I lean back now and break from my cross-legged position, adjusting myself carefully. Despite his attitude, I'll commend him for his vocabulary, at least. He pops the pills into his mouth and takes a swig from the water bottle, flinching a bit before relaxing back against the couch. His head drops back slowly and he examines his hands.

"Is that dry blood?"

I sigh. "Yeah. It took a while for me to get it to stop."

"What's a while?"

"Um... A little under a half an hour?"

He gives me that look again, just a straight look that's transparent enough for me to know that he's thinking. Then, before I'm ready for it:

"You wouldn't happen to know the time, would you?"

"Um. No. Well, yes, but... Maybe."

I think I see him roll his eyes, but I'm not sure. I get up and lean forward until I can see the clock in the kitchen. "It's a quarter after nine."

"In the morning?"

"Yeah."

He gets quiet again. I fall onto the couch beside him heavily and he flinches, hissing a bit in pain. "Oh, sorry." I mutter pathetically. Then, after a bit of thought, "Why do you ask?"

He rolls his head toward me apathetically and blows the hair out of his face.

"Because I was supposed to get hit by the five A.M. bus."

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