Hey guys, real sorry for not updating faster but at this point I think we all know I'm pretty unreliable when it comes to updating on a schedule.
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Not a lot of monologue in this chapter but that's okay, I imagine that since this chapter is pretty short my next one will be a bit longer to make up for it but who knows, we'll see.
As always
"This is speech"
'This is thought'
I take no claim to the Teen Titans, I'm simply borrowing them and they will be returned upon a later date,
Anyways without further ado I give you chapter seven of Smoke. I hope you enjoy.
Someone is in my bed. Again.
Now I know I should be panicking but I know exactly who it is, I've become so accustomed to the sounds he makes in his sleep that I'd be able to pick him out of a crowd just by the sound of his snores.
Which of course he denies he does.
I'd been tempted a few times to record him in the wee hours of the morning just to show him when he awoke that yes he did snore and yes he did mutter in his sleep but I was always too lazy to do so, opting instead to untangle myself from him before he awoke.
I'm never sure who it is that moves in the night to be closer to the other but somehow when he ends up in my bed we always wake to him holding me, my head on his chest so that I both hear and feel him breath.
He always look peaceful when he sleeps, kind of like a child who played out in the sun all day that simply couldn't keep their eyes open and fell asleep on the couch,
He'll wake up soon, he's very precise and always wakes a few minutes after I move like he misses the warmth I provide,
We have a system worked out, him and I, it took us a while and he got more than a few bruises in the process but eventually we worked ourselves out and started to accommodate for the other person,
It wasn't always like this though, the first time I woke up and found him in my room he wasn't in my bed but rather sitting in the armchair in the corner reading one of my books,
I yelled, he yelled, things were thrown and he ran with his tail between his legs straight out the window,
I had the locks changed that day though I knew it wouldn't make a difference,
I awoke two days later to the same situation, him reading where he left off last time with a cup of my tea on the table beside him,
There was more yelling from both of us and my poor lamp didn't survive after it impacted with his face, but I managed to get him out pretty fast which was a blessing in disguise,
The next few days continued in a similar fashion and I found my room quickly becoming a war zone with the amount of shit I was throwing at him,
On his eighth visit his pattern changed, instead of sitting and reading I woke up to see him going through my closet, pulling things out that he fancied and shoving things way back that he didn't,
He didn't say much that time and before I could yell at him he threw a plain black dress at me and told me to get dressed because he was hungry and wanted breakfast,
He jumped out the window before I could say anything or even get out of bed,
I contemplated not going, reasoning that I could simply pull the sheets over my head and pretend that I woke up alone but I knew if I didn't get up he'd come back in and make me,
Conversation over breakfast was stunted and awkward but the food was good and he paid so that was a bonus,
After that I started seeing him a lot more, instead of seeing him for a few minutes of a morning I was seeing him everywhere,
It was like he was following me which in reality I wouldn't have put it past him given who he was,
What once used to be every few days became a nightly thing and I'd wake up every morning to find him going through my closet for something to wear,
We'd rotate between paying for breakfast, we'd talk for a good half hour then I'd go home,
Only to see him hours later when I went for groceries or when we all went to the park, hell I even saw him when I was working,
I never knew what time he came in though, I tried to stay up one time but fell asleep before I caught him crawl in through the window,
The first morning I woke up to him in my bed I was that surprised I clobbered him with the recently bought lamp that rested on my bed side table, safe to say he did not like that and a screaming match ensued,
Shit was broken, punches were thrown and right before I could throw him out he started making the bed,
The image of him making the bed was so normal that it through me for a loop and I became even more confused by the situation than I had been for the past three weeks,
I was so frustrated and confused by him being near me that I couldn't help but confront him,
"What the hell are you doing Jason?"
I didn't scream, my voice was so raw from screaming that even if I wanted to I couldn't,
Instead it came out more like the sound of someone defeated,
"Uh, making the bed which you could help with you know considering you slept in it too"
He knew that wasn't what I meant but I still did what he said, too shocked to really do anything else,
He didn't speak again until the bed was made and I was dressed for breakfast, this time choosing to stay in the room while I changed in the bathroom,
"I'm waiting"
"I know you're waiting but I'm ready, geez someone's impatient today"
He just shook his head and gave me the little smirk he was so fond of,
"No, that's what I'm doing… waiting"
He never told me what he was waiting for, even though I asked nearly every day,
Every time I asked his answer was 'I'm waiting' and then he'd simply change the subject or give me the smirk, never a proper answer,
But even so the days continued, I started waking up every morning to him next to me lightly snoring so that it was more like a lull than a snore,
Sometimes he'd mutter something about 'the creatures that hid in the dark' but I knew better than to ask, instead I'd just move closer to him knowing he'd settle and I'd end up there anyways throughout the night,
No one knew what happened behind my door, and they never guessed I had a man sleep in my bed for well over a week straight but then again they all knew better than to pry into my business,
It was a weird set up we had and I never quite understood it but he became so ingrained in to my life, it'd be weird to wake up without him,
And so here I am, five weeks after the first time he came to me, listening to him breathe shallower as he began to wake up,
I can see his eyes move under his eyelids and I know I should probably shut the curtains before he opens them lest he be blinded but I can't find the energy to get up just yet,
Instead I lay back down and pull the blanket over both our heads successfully blocking out the light and sounds of the hallway outside my door,
A minute later and he's ready to wake up, I can feel him stretch unconsciously, the muscles in his back and neck popping under my arm as he works out the kinks,
A deep sigh resounds from his chest as his eyes flutter open and for just a second he is disorientated,
He doesn't remember where he is and the darkness of the blanket reminds him of something he'd rather forget,
Then just like that the fear is gone and in its place is that smirk I'd come to familiarize with only him,
"I'm thinking waffles for breakfast, what do you say?
I roll my eyes at him before he gets out from under the blankets leaving me in the cocoon I made by myself,
I can feel the blanket near my feet getting heavier and I know he's throwing clothes at me because of course I can't dress myself for breakfast with him,
I'm just about to mouth off at him when I notice he changed the system, only slightly,
Just enough that it doesn't matter in the big picture but on a smaller scale it's something that I find bothers me less than it should,
He's not facing me but that doesn't do anything to mask the fact that he's not wearing a shirt, I'm met with the sight of his back, muscles and all as he digs through the back of my closet to find something I hadn't worn yet,
He's very picky on my breakfast attire and won't stand to have me wear the same thing twice until I ran out of clothes,
I know he caught me staring, he probably felt it because I notice him smirk, just slightly as he throws a black mesh over dress at me,
We're out the door, or window in his case, slightly later than usual because he wouldn't believe me when I said that I needed something to go under the dress,
The easiest way to get him to believe me was to put it on and show him just how see-through it was but that just made him refuse to give me something else even more,
Ten minutes and a promise of strawberries on his waffles later and we were out, walking down the main road to the waffle house on the corner of Park Street,
"So are you going to tell me now?"
Along with the tradition of breakfast, asking him whether today was the day he was going to tell me what he was up to become a habit as well,
He leaned back in his chair, taking a whole strawberry from his half-eaten stack of waffles in the process, that god for-saken smirk in place,
"I told you once and I'll tell you again, I'm waiting"
The answer was old the first time he said it but as usual that was all the answer I got, I knew he'd say it yet I still asked because it was part of my routine now,
"Yeah but waiting for what?"
I had stopped being angry at his vagueness a long time ago, actually I stopped being angry at him all together a long time ago,
He leaned forward in his chair once more and placed his elbows on the edge of the table as though he was about to say something important,
I noticed my heart rate pick up because god could this be the moment?
Just as he was about to say something the bell to the restaurant chimed signalling the entrance of more customers, and the moment was gone,
I couldn't help but sigh I was so close but someone had to go and ruin It, I cast a glare at the two girls who had just walked in and they seemed to get the message loud and clear,
I watched as they walked to the farthest end of the restaurant and hid behind their menus
'Good'
"When do you think she'll be back?"
I didn't mean to ask, it was essentially just word vomit but it was out there now and there was no way to bring it back in,
"Well technically she never left"
He's go that glint in his eye, it's a sign he's going to mess with me or something huge is going down that I most certainly won't be ready for,
"Ugh, I know that but I haven't seen her in over a month"
'Though not for lack of trying'
"I... I miss her"
He crosses his arms and I suddenly feel like a child about to be scolded,
"That's what I'm waiting for"
And checkmate.
He's got me so thoroughly confused I fear I might have an aneurism,
"Whoa, back-up"
"You mean to tell me you've been hanging round me for over a month and giving me this 'I'm waiting' cryptic shit because you want to know when I'll see Raven again?"
All he did was nod,
"I'm waiting to see what happens when she comes back, I'm very interested in resolutions you know"
I actually feel like I'm going to faint, I push my chair back faster than I intended making it make a horrible grating sound on the wood floor,
He's smirking at me and I can feel my body heat up, I need to get out of here so that's what I do,
I run straight for the door and practically barrel the girls from earlier over just to get out,
I hear him yell from the seat, 'same time tomorrow' but I don't stop I just keep running as fast as my legs will go to get me out of the city,
I can feel the smog and the smoke from the city and it feels as though I can't breathe the pollution is that thick,
I run for what seems like hours and of all the places I could go I end up at the one place I dread to be,
The cliff.
I walk to the edge trying to get my breathing under control when I feel a presence next to me, I don't need to turn around I know exactly who it is,
The very same person I've been looking for for over a month,
I know I should say something but I'm far too shocked that she's even here,
In the end it doesn't even matter because she speaks first, her voice just as velvety as I remember,
"Hello Jinx"
Okay, hands up who thought the POV was Raven at first, no lying.
But seriously hope you enjoyed chapter seven of Smoke,
As always if you liked or disliked even, please review so I know what to do for next time, follows and favourites are always appreciated.
