I think my brain has turned to putty.

Anyway, in this chapter I added the scene where Kim's dad is all like 'Yo, why'd you spend the night at a boy's house?'

So yeah.

I was woken by the overwhelming need to pee.

Still half-asleep and not yet aware of my surroundings, I pried my eyes open and waited for the blurriness to dissipate.

Once my vision had cleared, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar room. It shouldn't have shocked me that much; ever since the move I had been waking up in an unfamiliar room, void of any of my previous belongings, everything still packed up in cardboard boxes.

But this was a whole new kind of unfamiliar. As in, oh-my-god-where-am-I-I-think-I-might-have-been-kidnapped unfamiliar.

But surprisingly, despite not recognizing my surroundings, I felt surprisinglt at ease.

I tilted my head to the left, where I would usually find my obnoxiously pink alarm clock on my nightstand along with the rapper from whatever late night snack I had had before going to bed.

Instead, I saw a green digital clock with a few loose coins scattered across the stand, with a Bobby Wasabi coffee mug sitting on a sports magazine.

The room was becoming more and more familiar and I was sure that I had been there before, but in my groggy state I just couldn't seem to put the pieces together.

I groaned, burying my head into the pillow.

Why couldn't I just sleep?

Suddenly, I was assaulted by the strong smell of cinamon, a smell that I was fast becoming used to.

Smells just like Jack, I smiled at the thought.

Wait a minute!

Jack...last night...the storm, the mansion, the room the bed - I'msleepinginjacksbed!

As if some sort of gears had suddenly clicked in my head, I immediately felt aware of a large, warm body cuddled up next to me.

Oh my baby buddha! Jack is sleeping with me!

I tried to turn around and confirm that it was indeed Jack laying next to me and not some random kidnapper, but a long arm curled securely around my waist prevented any movement.

I then tried to wiggle my legs but found that they, also were restricted, sandwiched between his own.

Great. Now how am I going to pee?

I sighed, having absolutely no idea how I was going to make it out of this one.

"Okay, Kim," I whispered to myself. "You can wait a little bit longer. It's already-"

I checked the digital clock.

"-6:57. Wow, better than I expected. Only three more minutes before-"

"Kim."

I stilled.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Did he just hear everything that I was saying?

"Uh...Jack, about tha-"

"Kim," he said it a little louder this time, and he nuzzled his face further into the crook of my neck.

Was he still sleeping? I decided to test it.

"Jack, is that your phone against my back or are you just happy to see me?"

No reaction.

I sighed with relief. Okay, that was a close one.

But wait - does that mean that he was dreaming about me?

I couldn't deny that the idea made my hear beat just that little bit faster.

"Oomph!" I was caught off guard when Jack suddenly queezed me as humanly close as possible to himself, taking spooning to a whole mew level.

And, oh, wow...was he not wearing a shirt? God, Kim, this is wrong on so many levels...

Then how come it feels so right?

I think the hormones were messing up my brain. I seriously needed to get away right then, before I caved and did something stupid - like snuggle him back.

Then, by some miracle - or misfortune, depending on how you looked at it - the horrible green alarm clock burst to life, producing the most ear-grating beeping sound I had ever heard. I suppose that it was effective, though, as not five seconds later I felt a sudden absence of warmth, as Jack had propelled himself away from me in a flash, like I were diseased.

I was trying not to take offense.

Panicking, I impulsively shut my eyes, hoping that he would just assume that I had been sleeping the whole time instead of fantasizing about him.

It must have worked, though, because a few moments later I felt his warm hand on my arm, shaking me gently, urging me to wake up.

I buried my head into my pillow and groaned, replicating my usual morning ritual, hoping to be convincing.

He just chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle that made my insides go all fuzzy, and shook my arm once again, slightly harder this time.

"Ki-im...Kimmy-bear," I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "It's seven a.m, you need to wake up; we have school."

I immediately jumped up, now fully alert. Shit, I had completely forgotten about school, the place where fun goes to die.

He laughed again, probably at my appaling bed hair, and rolled off of the bed. He strolled leisurely to the other side of the bed, as if he hadn't just been curled up against me like a little kitten, and swung his wardrobe doors open, giving me a lovely view of his toned back - not to mention his cute ass.

After a bit of rummaging, he pulled out a dark grey T-shirt, a pair of jeans and some boxer shorts, before throwing them onto the bed and sitting back down on the covers.

"So," he offered me a sheepish smile. "Sleep well?"

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying something really stupid, like 'Of course I did; I was in your arms' and settled on nodding my head and answering "yeah, I slept like a rock. Your bed is amazing."

He shot me a wicked grin. "Are you sure it was just the bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, you big pervert, I'm sure. But thanks for keeping me warm, though. It really helped." And I meant that. It was really sweet of him to have done what he did, although he was making it really hard for me not to jump his bones right then and there.

His expression turned slightly more serious, and he looked me in the eyes before saying "I'd do anything for you."

Probably realizing how intense that sounded, he quickly saved himself by smoothly adding "After all, you're my friend, now. And friends always help eachother out."

I smiled at that, loving how devoted he was to the people close to him. So loyal.

I'm not sure how much time we spent like that, staring into eachother's eyes, but when the alarm clock rang again, probably signaling the end of the snooze time, I couldn't have been more embarrassed.

God, Kim. You're turning into one of those mushy girls who spend their days fantasizing about boys. Don't you have anything better to think about?

No, not really.

"Uh, anyway," he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. "Last night when you were falling asleep I hung your clothes on the radiator, so they should be dry now for you to wear, at least until your dad picks you up. Unless you just wanna stay in my clothes, that is, but somehow I kinda doubt that your dad would appreciate it."

I let out a smal chuckle. "Yeah, dad's never really been a fan of my guy friends. He's a little overprotective."

"I can see why."

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?

He didn't elaborate, though, choosing to sudenly jump back off of the bed and gather his clothes up in his arms.

"Well, this was nice, but I think that I'm gonna go shower now, you know, what with school only an hour away," the grin on his face was playful, but his words were the last ones I wanted to hear.

"You can take one after me, if you'd like. Don't worry, I don't take long."

And with that, he marched stright through to the bathroom door, but not before dropping his pyjama pants and leaving me with the image of a boxer-clad Jack brewer ingrained in my mind.

I spend the next ten minutes fantasizing about it.

"I'll see you later then," Jack said as he opened the front doors for me.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "Definitely. And maybe I can eat with you and the guys today since yesterday you couldn't make it." I shot him a pointed stare. It seemed he was always getting into some sort of trouble.

He chuckled and raised his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I get it. No trouble for me today. But seriously, I'm glad you're still up for it. The gang seemed to really like you."

I smiled at that. "Well, good. I like them too. They're actually really cool. When they're not drooling," I added.

"yeah," he scratched his head. "Girls tend to have that affect on them. Don't worry though, it'll wear off. Especially after I tell them what a loud snorer you are."

I gasped, indignated. I may have been many things, but I knew for a fact that I didn't snore.

"Uh! Why you-"

*BEEP*

I turned around. Shit, my dad was here.

"Just a sec, dad!" I shouted.

Turning back to Jack, I warned him. "Don't think this is the end of this, mister." He had the cheek to grin. "I'll see you later."

I gave him a quick hug, because I knew my dad was watching, and headed towards the car, but I was suddenly pulled back by my arm.

"Jack, what are you-"

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, voice now laced with concern. "I mean, about last night and everything. I just wanna make sure that you're-" I cut him off with another hug, this time longer, and softer. He was so perfect.

I think I had a serious risk of falling for him.

"Jack," I whispered, still holding him. "You saved me. Nothing happened, thanks to you. I had a little panic attack, but I'm fine. No emotional scarrage. Trust me." I pulled back then and looked him in the eye.

He seemed to search my face for a few moments, as if needing to see it in my eyes that I was telling the truth.

When he seemed satisfied, he pulled away completely, giving me a small nod.

"Okay," he said. "See you later, then."

When I walked away I was buzzing with excitement and giddiness.

That is, until the questionning begun.

"So...That was Jack?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, dreading the conversation that we were about to have.

"Yeah, dad. That was Jack. He's a really cool guy," I added, trying sell him as well as I could, given the circumstances.

My dad shot me a leveled stare before turning his head back to the road. "I bet he is. I'm sorry that I couldn't get out and thank him in person for taking you in last night, but we are in a bit of a hurry. How did that happen, anyway? You usually have a great sense of navigation, you never once got lost at the supermarket as a child."

I sighed. He really was going to make this complicated. "Dad, look, I-"

"And why didn't you just ask one of your new friends to give you a ride home? I'm sure they wouldn't have minded."

Oh, god. This was turning out way more complicated than I had planned. I had expected to leave karate practice, head home and tell my dad that the 'girls' and I had had a 'like, totally awesome time!'

I guess this must be karma.

"Dad, I didn't think that I'd need a ride home, I had figured that I'd just follow the road that you took when you dropped me off. I guess I just didn't take into account that the roads all look the same at night." And the fact that Milton's cookies are distractingly good, I neglected to add.

He just let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head.

Yeah. That was pretty much appropriate reaction.

He seemed to have a thought, then, and that was never a good thing, especially since I really sucked at lying.

"So...if you were walking home alone, how did Jack end up taking you home?"

That was a good question. One that I still wasn't one hundred percent clear on the answer to.

Just how did he know where I was? And if he was telling the truth and he did hear my conversation with the creepy stalker, his motorbike would have surely drowned out the sound. Hell, I couldn't even hear myself think while I was riding it with him.

It just didn't add up.

Pushing my questions away, I tried to focus on the subject at hand.

"Jack was already on his way home when he saw me walking all by myself, so he pulled up next to me and asked me if I needed a ride. The plan initially was that he take me home, but then it started raining and I couldn't remember our address, so he just took me back to his place instead. It was all very gallant."

"I bet it was...speaking of gallantry, what were the sleeping arrangements?" Yeah...He was trying to sound nonchalant, but it really wasn't working.

I should have known this question was coming.

"Well, funny story, Jack's house, surprisingly, does not include any guest rooms - And I know what you're thinking, 'Well that's a bit ridiculous, why wouldn't they have any guest rooms? Do they never have guests?', which was my thought exactly, but apparently all the guest rooms have been stripped bare so that Mrs. Brewer can redecorate."

And it was true. At some point that morning, we had gotten into a conversation about his parents, and he had revealed to me that his mom was a crazy fashion diva slash shopaholic. She sometimes had these random moments of inspiration and when that happened, the house would be under redecoration for weeks, emerging with a completely different look. Apparently this time she was going crazy for florals. I could see why Jack to keep his stuff on the third floor - it was a no-go zone for her.

"And so basically I had to sleep in Jack's bedroom. Don't worry, though, he made me sleep in his bed while he spent the night on an air mattress." Mostly...

He seemed content with that, making a small grunt of approval. How very male.

"Good lad," he muttered after a few moments, making my heart race with excitement. This was really good, coming from my dad; he had just practically adopted Jack! Although come to think of it, that wouldn't be so good. After all, incest is best left to the Lannisters.

"Alright," I saw our driveway come into view. Already?

"Now, we haven't got long, so hurry up and get changed. And don't forget your schoolbag!"

Well, I hope you liked that extra scene, it certainly took me an eternity to write!

So as a thank you, I think you should review. You know, to be polite.

-CCC