Chrissa's POV

I woke up to a pleasant men's cologne. I opened my eyes and realized it was the blanket that was draped over me. I remembered that it was Dan's. I also realized what I said to him last night in my dazed state, "Stupid!" I face-palmed. I sat up on the couch and realized that Phil was standing in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. I obviously got his attention. I gave him an awkward wave. "Hi Phil."

"Good morning." He greeted then ate another bite of cereal. "Do you want anything?"

"I think I'm going to shower first, maybe later." I started to walk towards the hallway but then turned around, "but thank you." Phil nodded his head. I walked down the hall to my luggage. I fished around in it until I found my toiletries, some clothes and a towel. I snuck to the bathroom. I did not want to run into Dan at this point in time. I would probably shrivel up into a ball of embarrassment. So I undressed and hopped in the shower in hopes that I'd wash away some of my awkwardness.

Dan's POV

I rolled out of bed at about 10 am. I trudged to the kitchen to see Phil eating my cereal again, "Really, Phil? Really? My cereal again?"

"It's just, food is so much better when it's not yours."

I shook my head, "I'm going to go brush my teeth."

"Dan, I don't think you should go into the bathroom now." Phil said with a mouth full of cereal.

"Why not?"

"I just wouldn't do it."

I shrugged. It was probably Phil trying to play some weird prank on me. I walked over to the the bathroom door and entered. I was frozen at the sight of Chrissa wrapped in a bath towel. Her hair was wet so I'm assuming she just got out of the shower.

She looked at me like a deer caught in head lights and I probably looked the same. Her face turned tomato red. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. This was so awkward. Think! Dan think! "I like the color of your bath towel, it really compliments your eyes." I can't believe I just said that. To prevent further embarrassment I turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I scrambled into the kitchen, "Phil! Why didn't you tell me Chrissa was in the shower?!"

He looked up from putting his bowl in the sink, "I tried to warn you."

"With no specifics. Telling me to not go into the bathroom doesn't make me believe that I should go into the bathroom!"

"Well it should. Now you know. Listen to Phil's warnings."

I sighed, "Phil, I've made a huge fool of myself." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Instead of apologizing and leaving, I complimented her on her bath towel." Phil broke out in laughter. "Phil it's not funny."

"Yes it is."

That's when Chrissa walked into the kitchen. Talk about awkward.

Chrissa's POV

After calming down a bit from what just happened, I walked into the kitchen. Dan and Phil both just stared at me. Oh jeez. I walked over to the breakfast bar. "So what kind of cereal do you have?"

"We have Cheerios and Mini Wheats. But the Mini Wheats are Dan's and he usually doesn't like when people eat it." Then he mumbled, "I eat it anyway."

"Phil, don't be silly, if Chrissa wants some of my cearal, she if free to have some." Dan said nervously, glancing at me in the middle of the sentence.

"Why does she get to? You never let me!" Phil whined. "Just because you think she's pretty and creepily stare at her when she sleep, shouldn't mean that she gets special treatment!"

Dan's eyes widened, "Phil!" he turned to me, "Chrissa-"

I interrupted him, which I never do. But this was just too awkward for me to handle. "I think I'll just go get a pastry for breakfast." My face was probably beet red. "I think I saw a Starbucks around the corner."

I got a light jacket, my shoes and my bag and left the flat.

Dan's POV

"Oops," Phil said, his voice full of regret. "I'm sorry, sometimes things just slip out. You do it too."

I sighed, "I know you didn't mean it Phil." I covered my face with my hands then pulled at my cheeks so it looked like my face was melting. "This day has been so awkward and it just started."

"It can only get better from here," Phil said trying to give me hope, "Or something worse could happen and she'll never speak to you again. Then meals would be really awkward. Try not to do anything else, for today at least."

I smiled a little sarcastic smile, "I will try." Then the doorbell rang, "Did you order anything, Phil?" he shook his head no, "Did I ordered anything?" I mumbled to myself before opening the door.

There was a postman with a giant parcel. "Sign please." He said in a completely unamused tone. I scribbled down my name on the little machine thing. He turned and walked away without another word.

"Thank you," I yelled after him. I looked at the postage sticker. "Oh, so this is Chrissa's things." I tried to pick it up to find it was extremely heavy, "what is her duvet made out of? Bricks?" I tried to pick it up again. "Nope, that's not happening." I had to get it inside somehow. I thought for a minute. I turned into the flat, "PHIL! Come here!"

I heard Phil yell back, "Why?"

I sighed, "Phil! Just get over here!"

"Fine" I heard him barreling down the stairs, "What do you need help with?" then he saw the huge box. "That box heavy?" I nodded, "and we have to take it upstairs don't we?"

"Yup." I sighed not completely ready to lug this thing up our massive amount of stairs. So Phil and I both grabbed part of the box.

"Oh this is heavy!" Phil groaned.

"And this is with the both of us."

~20 minutes later~

"Phil! We finally made it up the stairs!" I exclaimed

"Yes!" Phil high-fived me.

"It only took us twenty minutes…" I muttered.

A loud thumping came protruding up the stairs, "hey guys!" Chrissa chirped. "I brought doughnuts!" She placed the bag on the counter.

"Thank you" Phil and I said at the same time. I grabbed the bag and plucked out one doughnut for me and another for Phil.

"Oooh!" Chrissa squealed. "My box is here!" She smiled and looked over to us, "You guys don't mind if I move a little of the stuff around in the room. Just so I could set up my duvet and some pictures."

"Oh not at all," I responded. She went to go pick up the box, "Chrissa, be careful that box is-" she had already picked up the box and was walking down the hall. I looked at Phil to see his jaw on the floor. "How did she do that?" Phil shook his head. "It took both of us and twenty minutes and she just picks the box up like it was half empty."

"Maybe she's super strong." Phil guessed.

"Or she has average strength and we are just exceptionally weak." I sighed.

"That is probably more accurate." Phil agreed.

Thank you for reading. I'm having a lot of fun writing this. So whether people are reading this or not, I'm going to keep writing. Thank you if you are reading.