Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a few weeks. Been super busy, blah blah blah (you probably don't care anyways) ANYWAYS just wanted to get something out before you all thought I died or something. But yeah, Valentines Day (A.K.A. Singledom Awareness Day) is coming up and so I figured I had to write something for it. But I really, really want to skip school on Valentines Day. Too many lovey-dovey couples in one day is hazardous to my health. Plus, I have chronic singleitis. But here's more Nix for you all so I hope you all enjoy:) Always feel free to message me about anything (you know the drill by now) and please don't forget to leave a review (and make my day:)

Love you all,

~Savvyshipper

But what is Nine thinking? That would really be a helpful Legacy right now. Because it's just so strange, just him and me alone. I can't help but feel slightly uneasy. Usually he's such an uptight asshole, but tonight he's not. He's being nice, and that's what's scaring me. Though to be fair, he's probably just as nervous as I am. It's not every night Setrakus Ra invades your house and takes almost your entire race, along with your human companions, and sends a small army of Mogodorians out on the streets of Chicago to find you. Yeah, probably doesn't happen too often.

I look at the bedside clock. 2:01. He's been gone two hours. I know I shouldn't be worried, that he can take care of himself in Chicago. Lorien, he was practically raised on these streets. Burn salve probably wasn't on the shelves of the nearest corner store. I look down at the corner of bed. The sheets are full of knots. Damn it. I need something else to focus on. Other than Nine.

I look around the bedroom, purposely avoiding the window Nine jumped out of. Single bed, closet, t.v. sitting on a chest of drawers, and a bathroom. Great. Very stimulating. I get up and check the top drawer for the remote control and find it underneath a huge red t-shirt. Where the hell did this come from? And how long has it been here? I pick it up. Still warm. Which means... Nine's out in Chicago, shirtless. He was wearing a jacket when he left, but typical Nine, he forgets his shirt. I roll my eyes, trying not to smile.

I give it a sniff. It doesn't smell bad, really. It smells like.. well it smells like Nine. I hold it to my chest, taking in the warmth. Well, if Nine isn't going to use it, I sure will. Plus I don't relish putting my tighter shirt back on, lest it irritate the burns. So sue me if the only other shirt laying around is Nines.

Nine's bigger than what I thought. Well, it never really occurred to me how tall he was until I was wearing his shirt. Its huge on me, covering me till mid thigh. I could almost get away with wearing as a dress, albeit not a very attractive one. I find a mirror in the bathroom. Damn. I've looked better. A lot better. I need sleep. Without Setrakus Ra. Or any other problems.

Something knocks against the window pane. What on earth? We're at least 10 stories up. I'm terrified. Then I realize there's only one person it could be. Nine.

I slip out of the bathroom quickly. If I don't open the window somewhere in the next 30 seconds, there's a good chance that he'll just break the window and climb through. Which I would rather not have to explain to hotel staff. I open the curtains, to find Nine grinning at me like the Cheshire cat. I roll my eyes, opening the window pane.

"Idiot" I say as he clambers through the window. After he gets his large frame through the door, he looks at me. "I'm not the one who closed the window" He says staring down at me curiously. I feel my cheeks heat up. "It was cold" I say, turning away from him. He leans over my right shoulder, dangling a CVS bag. I snatch it out of his hand before he has a chance to drop it. "Thanks for going out to get it" I say curtly.

"What, you didn't worry bout me?" he asks disappointedly. Anger flares to the surface. I turn to face him. "You stayed out for 2 whole hours, so I could worry myself sick about you while you just lazed about wasting time?" I shout at him. I can't believe this. How could he do this to me? Not like tonight has probably been one of the most traumatic nights of my life, he abandons me for 2 hours to force me to worry about him along with everything else that's happened tonight?

I take a deep breath, then stomp over to the bathroom angrily. I'm done with him. I am so completely done with him right now. I slam the door, and lock myself in.

He raps on the door. Oh, is he going to try and apologize?

"Nice shirt you're wearing" he calls through the door.

I hold in an aggravated scream.