Chapter 10 Hangover
Claire awoke in her bed nice and cozy.
But I hadn't gone to sleep in my warm cozy bed…In fact I don't remember going to bed at all!
She sat up and looked around till a horrible pain hither head.
Oh…yeah Jill gave me all that booze…
She looked around slowly, there was a note on her mantel it read:
Good morning drunken beauty, it's me Skye I came to see you and you were knocked out on the table, so I cleaned up the mess, and now I'm probably making you hangover soup, so come on out or ring this bell if you need me to carry you.
Love the phantom Skye.
: on the note was a small bell.
Skye you're to good of a guy a normal guy would've have left the scene, ahh he's still doing that phantom Skye thing…what mess? Hmmm… screw walking I have a bell!
She rung the bell then almost 5 seconds later Skye stormed in.
"Good morning." He whispered, because yes he's had to deal with drunk people before, and Jill and Gustafa on shrooms.
He's good.
She smiled and said.
"My head hurts"
He smiled and picked her up and calmly walked her to the living room couch. He lay her down and she smiled once again.
I really don't care if he's a phantom, or a thief, this guy rocks.
He left to the kitchen and brought her soup.
She took a sip and it was delicious.
"What about the farm work?" She asked.
"I already called Jack." He said mellow.
He's too good.
"Thanks, but hangovers don't last forever, so what are we going to do all day?" She asked.
"Well how does going shopping in the city sound?" He asked.
"But you don't have any cash?" She questioned."
He pulled something out of his pock it was a gold bag filled to the brim.
Were did he? Oh yeah he's a thief.
"You stole that didn't you?" She asked.
He nodded his head.
You filthy thief.
"So you wanna go?" He asked.
HELL YES!
"Sure." She answered.
This guy is something else, and I love him.
A/N:AAWWW MUSHIE LAST LINE!