A/N....*sniffles*

I FEEL SO BAD! *bursts into tears* I feel selfish. I'm sorry for announcing that I'm depressed when having 10 chapters and 70+ reviews. It's just that my (well, not anymore) friend told me 'a story isn't good unless you have ten reviews for each chapter' or something like that. So, ten chapters should have 100 reviews (according to her D':). She had been bagging on me these few weeks. We don't talk anymore but it was eating me. So sorry you guys.

And to Doglover231: Thanks for the info! I know there were flaws in the chapter. If you had read my bottom A/N note of last chapter, you'd have known that I stayed up to write that chapter just for you and my other friends. I also stayed up for studying and my relatives coming.

Okay, enough of this serious atmosphere; let's see what's going to happen in MS's apartment, shall we? ^^ And let me assure you:

NO CREEPY, PEDOPHILE-Y, GROSS THINGS ARE GOING TO HAPPEN! So for those with 'that' mind, get your mind out of the gutter, please. :) This story is rated T, not M for a reason. It's Rated T for violence and cursing-that's it. No creepy, pedophile-ic images will be displayed in the story (C'mon people! I'm only 13!).

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Chapter 11: Your Average Sleepover

"This is my apartment," Mr. Firay said, opening the white oak door to apartment two hundred and fifteen. "Sorry, it's kind of messy...I'm missing a lady's hand, you know?"

Raising an eyebrow at him, Daphne stepped into the apartment. Just before, Mr. Firay had explained to her that his mother left him an enormous amount of money, but was told to share it equally with his brother. Instead, he gave Puck most of the money and had enough left to buy himself the necessities. He bought an apartment, furniture, a car, and had enough money left for whatever else he wanted. Daphne tried to look at his apartment. It was too dark to see anything so she stood idly by the door, feeling Mr. Firay brush past her. Seconds later, light flooded the room. She surveyed the room while slipping off her shoes. It seemed like Mr. Firay liked to color code. A loveseat, a recliner, and a couch that surrounded a large plasma television were all made out of the same crimson leather that matched the color of the paint on the walls. White pillows were set up on the furniture, matching the trimming of the room. There was a deep brown coffee table in the middle of the furniture, and on it was a small bowl of candy, filled with M&Ms. A large shelf of DVDs was set up next to the television.

There were a few magazines and newspapers scattered around on the ground, a few dishes were on the coffee table, and a few jackets were tossed on the back of the furniture, but other than that it looked rather clean to the Grimm girl. Especially for a single man living alone.

"It's actually a nice place," she finally commented, going over to the leather sofa and pushing her hand into it. "And clean."

Mr. Firay chuckled, picking up some of the dishes off the coffee table. "Thanks. Are you hungry?"

As of on cue, her stomach grumbled. She looked down in embarrassment while Mr. Firay sniggered.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'll order some pizza because it's too late to cook, so take a seat and make yourself at home. Is pepperoni alright?"

"Yep."

Mr. Firay disappeared into the kitchen and Daphne walked up to the TV picking up a photo off the stand, looking at it. A younger Mr. Firay stood with Titania and Oberon. All looked regal in the photo, but Mr. Firay was the only one with a carefree grin on, his messy blonde hair falling in his eyes. His jaw had the same low, square structure as it did in the present. Smiling, Daphne set the picture down and wandered out of the living room, going into the hallway attached.

The first door Daphne saw was open, revealing a very clean and white bathroom. For a moment, she was tempted to see what kind of shampoo Mr. Firay used but she forced herself away. What was she, a stalker? The next door was the laundry room-which showed Mr. Firay's true nature. He may have lived a pretty fancy life while his parents were alive, which made Daphne believe that he must've had someone else to do his laundry, being the son of the King of Faerie. Piles of laundry that nearly reached the ceiling resided there. Daphne quickly shut the door and moved on. The last room was Mr. Firay's bedroom.

Pausing by the door, Daphne stuck her head in and looked around. It was a pretty average room. The walls were brown, and the floor was made out of oak wood. Another large flat screen TV was on the wall, and there was a big, brown, leather couch across from it. A large king sized bed was placed against the far corner of the room. To Daphne's surprise, it was made. Maybe her teacher did do some work when he was younger. The comforter was the same color as the walls, and the pillow sheets lighter shades of brown and white. Mr. Firay was very coordinated.

Just as she sat down on the leather couch in the living room, Mr. Firay came out of the kitchen, holding the phone. He put it back on the receiver by the door and took a seat on the couch next to Daphne, turning on the TV. "Do you want to watch anything in particular?" he inquired, giving her a sidelong glanced.

She shook her head, keeping her hands clasped tightly on her lap. Mr. Firay flipped the channel to a basketball game, turning up the volume. Daphne's palms grew sweaty and she quickly wiped them on her pants. What was there to be nervous about? Oh yeah. I'm alone with my teacher, in his apartment, on his couch, with these feelings I was trying to force away before they came! This situation wasn't helping at all-but it wasn't like Daphne had any other choice. No one liked sleeping outside in the cold. And no one in his or right mind would choose that over going to spend the night at someone like Mr. Firay's house.

"And that's why you don't give the ball to Richardson," Mr. Firay suddenly muttered as the crowd on TV booed.

A small laugh escaped Daphne's lips and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Mr. Firay turned and rose an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing...I just never would have guessed you were so...normal, you know?" Daphne told him with a shrug. "It's weird."

"What do you mean?" he asked slowly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Boy did he look cute when he was confused-Daphne violently shook her head, feeling her face heat up. She couldn't be having those thoughts!

Mr. Firay tilted his head to the side. "Well?"

Daphne snapped out of her thoughts, shrugging at him. "I don't even know. I just thought you'd like, come home and read about cooking or something. Or start beating up a punching bag. Or play with fairy magic, or that your house would be messy. You know, stuff like that."

Mr. Firay laughed. "For your information, I don't play with any magic. I was given the element to shape shift and to tell when someone's lying, yes, but that's it. I don't need to use those very often. Sorry to disappoint you, but I am a normal person as well. Kind of."

"I'm not disappointed," Daphne responded without thinking.

Mr. Firay stared at her for a moment before shrugging and turning back to the television. Daphne blushed again and focused on the soccer game on the TV. After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rang. Mr. Firay stood up and went to answer it, opening the door to reveal the pizza guy. A few minutes later, Mr. Firay closed the door, pizza in hand. "Do you need a plate?" he asked, coming back over to the couch.

Daphne shook her head. "Nope, I'm good."

"Good, now I won't have to wash as many dishes," he responded, setting the pizza box down between them.

Mr. Firay opened it and took a piece out. Daphne copied him, picking up the warm piece of pizza and bringing it to her lips. The cheese slid off, burning her fingers and mouth, so she quickly let go. It landed on her pants, now burning her leg through the pants. "Ow, ow, ow," she muttered, picking the pizza up and tossing it back into the box. "So un-gravy."

"Good job," Mr. Firay commented, smirking.

Daphne pursed her lips at him before turning to the mess on her pants. "Napkin, please?"

"Here?" he said, reaching to his side and tossing her a few napkins.

She wiped off the pizza sauce and cheese the best she could, but there was still a large stain left on her pants. Sighing, she put the dirty napkins on the top part of the pizza box, letting the next piece she took cool off before eating it.

By the time the game was over, the pizza was gone (thanks to Daphne's vacuum-like stomach) and she was half asleep on the couch. Mr. Firay stood up, picking up the pizza box as he did so. Daphne stood up as well, and followed him into the kitchen drowsily. The clock on the kitchen wall read one in the morning. A yawn escaped Daphne's lips, and she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"Follow me," Mr. Firay ordered.

Daphne did as he asked and followed him back to his bedroom. He dug around in his dresser for a few moments before tossing her a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She looked at them, then at Mr. Firay, confused.

"Wear those to sleep in. I don't want you wearing your dirty pants in my bed."

She stared at him, her eyes widening. What did he mean in his bed? Was he expecting her to sleep with him? He must've seen her bewildered expression because he chuckled, a smirk gracing his lips again. "Don't worry, I'm not going to take advantage of you. I'll be sleeping on the couch." He pointed to the brown leather couch in the corner.

"I'll sleep on that instead," she said quickly. "It's fine."

"No," he responded sternly. "You're the guest, so that means you get the bed. And you're a girl. Now go to the bathroom and change. However, if you want to change in front of me, I'm not stopping you."

Daphne blushed and shook her head violently, heading towards the bathroom. After shutting the door and locking it, she stripped and pulled on the pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Both articles of clothing were way too big for her, so she had to tie the pajama bottoms' string tightly. The bottom of the t-shirt reached mid-thigh. She used the toilet and washed her face before going back to the bedroom. Mr. Firay was in the middle of taking off his shirt. He looked over at Daphne with an amused expression.

"Sorry!" she apologized, looking away as her cheeks immediately warmed.

"It's fine," Mr. Firay responded. "I sleep without a shirt on."

Daphne looked back over at him; he was now completely shirtless. He went searching in his dresser again and she took the opportunity to check out his naked chest. If she was some sort of a squealing fan girl, she would probably be having a nosebleed right now. He had well defined abs. Not surprising, since he was an ex-gangster. He really had a nice body. Daphne shook her head, mentally slapping herself repeatedly. She couldn't check out her teacher! It was wrong!

Mr. Firay raised an eyebrow. "Are you checking me out?"

"No!"

He chuckled. "Whatever you say."

A yawn escaped her lips when she opened them to defend herself. Mr. Firay smirked again, nodding towards the bed. "Get in," he ordered.

Immediately, she hurried over to the bed, pausing next to it awkwardly for a second before climbing into it. The sheets were cold as she quickly pulled them over her body. Mr. Firay went over to the light switch and turned it off, darkness flooding the room. His silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight as he returned to the couch. He let out a quiet sigh, flopping onto his back on it. "Night, Daphne."

"Night," she responded quietly. Her heart was beating excitedly at the thought of being in Mr. Firay's bed. She took a deep breath and a pleasant scent filled her nose-Mr. Firay's scent. A quiet sigh escaped her lips. This was wrong, but she couldn't help herself from being feelings happy.

Her stormy thoughts kept her awake for a while. The sound of Mr. Firay's even breathing also kept her distracted. Sleep crept on her like a ninja, and before she knew it, Daphne was off in dreamland.

Something hot was covering Daphne's back. Her eyes opened groggily, seeing only the blackness of the room. She attempted to roll over, but whatever was covering her back wasn't going anywhere. That's when she noticed the arm under her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she next took in the arm over her. Then she noticed who the arms were attached to. Her head slowly turned to see Mr. Firay's chiseled, sleeping face right next to hers. Se swallowed nervously, trying to move herself out of his grasp without waking him. His naked chest was moving up and down slowly as he breathed. Daphne resisted the urge to touch him.

When did he climb into the bed? Why did he? She struggled to slide out of his arms, but they suddenly tightened up. A small groan of frustration left her lips. This wasn't good. His arms were revealing her true thoughts. She really didn't want to move away from his arms. What she wanted was to snuggle closer to him and go back to sleep. But there was no way she could do that.

Whatever happened to her commitment of stopping her feelings before they became too much? It didn't seem like she was doing a very good job. Her stomach was tingling from her awareness of his body so close to hers. Shaking her head, she held in a sigh. What was wrong with her? How could I have feelings for this devil of a teacher? Daphne glanced back at his peaceful face and caught her breath. He was really handsome...

Suddenly, something entered her field of vision. She froze, her breath catching once again. But not because of Mr. Firay. A rather large, brown spider was crawling on the pillow in her direction. Immediately, she screamed, shoving back violently, knocking Mr. Firay off the bed and going with him. She struggled frantically, trying to escape the tangle of sheets they were caught in.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Firay demanded, sitting up, his hands made into fists.

"Spider!" she gasped, crawling over his chest, and finally leaving the tangled mess of the sheets.

He blinked at Daphne for a second before chuckling. Pushing himself to his feet, he peered over the bed. "Where?"

"Pillow!" If there was anything Daphne was more afraid of than thugs, it was spiders. Back in Ferryport Landing, seeing that teacher dead, wrapped in cobwebs and drained of his blood made a fear of spiders born to Daphne Grimm. And now she couldn't stand to look at anyone whose name was Toby.

She watched as he reached over the pillow, scooping up the creepy crawler. He came over to Daphne, smirking, and held it out toward her face. "Stop!" she cried, scrambling back away from him.

"It's harmless," he told her, letting it crawl around his hand. "See?"

"Bring it outside," she begged, giving him the puppy-dog look.

He looked at Daphne with an amused expression. "Don't you want me to kill it?"

"Why? It didn't do anything."

Mr. Firay stared at Daphne for a moment, his face twisted into an unrecognizable expression. "That's different," he finally commented quietly. "Alright, I'll bring it outside."

He disappeared out the door and Daphne took the time to recollect herself. She picked up the blanket and sheets she had knocked to the floor and tossed them back on the bed. Then she went to the bathroom and quickly washed her face. When she was done, she wandered out to the living room just as Mr. Firay was coming back in. He let out a yawn, the muscles in his arm flexing as he stretched. Daphne's eyes ran over his toned stomach involuntarily and she blushed, looking away quickly.

"Boy it was hot last night," he commented, rubbing his stomach.

"I wonder why," Daphne responded sharply, glaring at him accusingly.

He held his hands up in defense. "I got cold, okay? I didn't think it'd matter if I just slept on the other side of the bed...if it makes you feel any better, I was hoping I'd wake up earlier than you so you wouldn't notice.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "How would that make me feel better?"

He shrugged.

"Mr. Firay-"

"Matt," he corrected her.

"You can't sleep in the same bed as me! You're a teacher and I'm a student! It's wrong."

"We aren't at school," he responded with a frown. "And I know it's wrong. That's why I didn't try anything with you."

She stared at him, her mouth slightly open.

"Joking," he added quickly, but a smirk came on to his face. "But you look extremely cute while you sleep."

Daphne's face burned and she quickly adverted her gaze. He was unbelievable. He wasn't helping her situation at all! She knew Mr. Firay didn't know what her situation was, but she was falling deeper and deeper into a hole that would be very difficult to climb out of. Calling her cute was just digging it deeper. But she couldn't deny it anymore. They were her feelings, and she had to deal with them.

Daphne was falling for her home economics teacher.

A/N. I don't like the ending sentence. Should I have just written, 'Daphne was falling for her teacher' or kept the 'home economics' in there?

Anyways, I bet you expected something more. ;D Sorry. We get more of the plot next chapter.

Sorry this is so late! (Than usual. I usually update in the afternoon on Sundays or at 9:00) I forgot we were going out today for my cousin's birthday (we ate at Red Lobster!) and didn't have time to finish typing this up until 9 or so. You have no idea how long this took to write. I had to keep switching from iPad to iPhone to Laptop, then back to iPad, and Laptop. Everyone needed to use the technologies at some point. -.-'

Let's see...anything else I need to add? Um, today's my cousin's 4th birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELAY-LAI (sounds like Beh-lie-lie)!

An update may come...Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. You know-the usual. OR! Thursday since it's Thanksgiving.

Chao!
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