The sunlight filtering through the curtains woke me up that morning. I felt, in a word, like crap. I had a sinus headache, a stuffy nose, and puffy eyes. Sitting up, I could tell my hair was most likely nothing more than a black mass of knots and tangles. My eyes wandered across the room and rested on Zelos' placid face as he slept. Annoyed though I was, I was glad to see him again. Deciding to take the opportunity to my advantage, I ran for the bathroom and fixed myself up.
When I came back, Zelos was awake, but still sprawled out on the cot I'd left for him. "There were tears on your cheeks last night," he pointed out. "It broke my heart to see them, so I wiped them away."
I felt my hand reach up to my cheek, flushing slightly. Unable to find a decent comeback, I simply choked out, "Thanks."
"You missed me, eh? Might it be....love?" Zelos singsonged.
"N-no..." I grumbled.
Zelos studied my face, his smile vanishing for only a moment. "Were you jealous, yesterday?"
I glared into his deep blue eyes and folded my arms. "No! Why would I be?!"
"Why else would you cry?" Zelos retorted. He smirked victoriously at my hesitation. "I rest my case."
Annoyed, I sat on the corner of my bed. "I'm not jealous. Never was." I was ever so curious as to how he was looking at me, because all I got for a reply was silence. But I refused to look at him--that would be giving in and breaking my pride.
"If you say so, darlin'." Zelos finally sat up. He didn't give me a split second to snap back at him as he immediately asked, "Are you going to make breakfast, or shall I?"
Thought I was tempted to get up and make the best damn breakfast I'd ever made, I snarled, "You do it," and turned away with a pout.
"Sure thing!" Nonplussed by my bad mood, Zelos got up and headed for the stove. I simply sat in silence while he bustled about the kitchen, and only really moved when he called me to eat. The table was set nicely even though it wasn't a fancy, complicated meal, and a wonderful smell filled the entire house.
"How is it? Hope you like cheese omlettes," Zelos mused, pouring he and I some orange juice.
To tell the truth, I loved cheese omelettes. And hs was the best I'd ever tasted...but I wasn't about to admit that. Instead I muttered, "It's fine," and refused to look at him the entire time.
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After breakfast, Zelos headed for the door, but turned to smile at me before he went out. "Sheena...I can't thank you enough for your hospitality. But I gotta head home."
"Do what you want." I shrugged his thanks off. Deep down, I didn't want him to go...if I could have kept him there forever I would have. But my anger and jealousy due to his actions yesterday clouded my judgement.
His smile didn't falter as he pulled me into yet another hug, then dared to place a kiss on my lips. "Arrividercci," he said calmly as he glided away, leaving me standing open-mouthed and wide-eyed in the middle of the doorway.