Chapter Seven

Aaron and I were sitting on the couch, doing nothing except staring at each other. Don't call me corny. The TV had died, it seems.

"Feed me."

He laughed. "I'll make the sandwich, but you're feeding yourself."

"Should I fear for my life since you're making the food?" I asked, walking into the kitchen with him.

"It depends."

"Psht."

After Aaron made my sandwich, we were sitting at the table. I poked it.

"You sure it's not poisoned with Lysol or something?" I poked it again.

"You really think I'd poison you?" He looked hurt.

"Sometimes, I don't know." I raised my eyebrows.

"Do I even have to take a bite to prove it to you?" Aaron asked.

"If it is poisoned, you know where to bite," I pointed out.

"Do I have to take a bite off of every edge then?" He sounded exasperated.

"Yes. Yes you do."

He picked it up and took a bite off one corner. He was fine. He bit off three others and was fine. He bit the middle, and then he put it down, blinked, and went wide eyed and fell on the floor.

Aaron sat up and looked at me over the table. "COME ON. Eat the damn thing already!"

I glared. "It's contaminated though."

He shot me a look and I said, "All right, all right!" I picked it up and took a bite. It didn't taste like it had Lysol. At least.. I didn't.. think.. it did..

"Taste any lysol?" he asked mockingly.

"No. But I taste some Windex," I joked.

"And how's that taste?" Aaron asked, sounding interested.

"Clean."

We started laughing then. Tastes clean? Really.

"Clean. Never heard of that taste. Maybe they should make it into an ice cream flavor," Aaron suggested. I laughed again.

"Yes; Windex Ice Cream: So Shiny You Can't Even See Your Teeth!" We started laughing again.

"We could make millions with this," he said.

"Ha! We could be the Windex Ice Cream Enterprises."

God, we are stupid.

* * *

It was maybe four in the morning, and I had just woken up. Aaron and I were asleep on the couch, and he was on the outside.

I was staring at the ceiling when I realized I really had to sneeze.

"Ah.. Ah.. Ah.. Ah.. AHHH CHOOOOOO!" The sound I made was more of a high pitched squeal-scream thing.

Aaron yelled and fell off the couch.

"AGHHH!"

I continued to sneeze several more times - twenty four to be exact - and I saw that Aaron had his hands over his head like we were under a bomb attack.

Once I was done, he raised his head.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

"I had to sneeze.." I said, rubbing my nose.

"That was not a sneeze. That was an .. I don't know what that was. But don't do it again, or I'm gonna die of a heart attack or something," Aaron said, his eyes the size of an orange.

I just burst out laughing. "The - look - on - your - face!"

"Shut. UP." He got back on the couch.

"Ahaha!"

"What part of shut up do you not get?" he asked, pushing me over a little and laying face first into the pillow.

"The shut up part."

"Apparently."

"Oh calm down. It's not my fault my nose is retarded," I said, putting my hand on his back.

"Bleh," he muttered into the pillow.

"I love you, too," I told him, and kissed his head.

He mumbled into his pillow and I put my arms around him.

"Now shut up and go to sleep."

I caught a mumbled "Screw you" out of his pillow, and said,

"You wish."

He lifted his head. "I don't have to wish."

"..As I said, shut up and go to sleep."

"Bleh."

"Bleh back."

"BLAH."

"Shut up and go to sleep."

"Fine."

I'm just saying, Aaron snores, but not so loud that my thoughts can't drown it out.

I began to ponder when my mind's blockade that Aaron had seemed to create would wear down and break. It could be now, tomorrow, or two weeks from now.. And that's what scared me. I just really, really hoped Aaron didn't see me in that state.. Especially if the voices showed up.

I sighed and moved closer to Aaron, inhaling his scent, and letting go of everything, making my way into dreamland.