So how good was episode 7? I was jumping out of my seat, Chloe and Alek do belong together. And I wanted to apologize for the random spelling/grammar errors. I am a good speller, but when I type, I get too excited to post. I finish and not even two minutes later, it is in the process of being posted. I don't feel like editing, I feel like posting my story on fanfiction. Anyways, I'm sorry, but I'm too lazy to edit.

Alek POV:

I loved the girl in my arms far more than words could describe. I knew that I couldn't possibly live forever with her, even if I wished I could. I was going to die one day, I knew it. It wasn't worth denying. And I knew how I would die too; I would die for Chloe. I would take a sword for her, be a cushion saving her from the concrete as we fell out of a plane, or I would offer my life to an assassin, in place of hers. It was going to happen, I knew it. Hopefully not soon because I was completely happy with Chloe in my arms. She was mine, and I was hers.

I had to agree with her, our first date was perfect. At first I was annoyed with her. She kept avoiding me. I was thinking that she was getting back into one of her fits again. I was scared that we would lose all the progress we made. I loved where we were, I never wanted to go back to her blocking me out. Every time that I tried to get close to her, she would move away. I was on the verge of screaming. When she finally told me about her little idea of revenge, the only thought in my mind was how to get her back. I threw her into the pool, clothes and all. She begged me not to, and I almost didn't throw her. It hurt so much seeing her getting upset and begging me not to. I could picture us in a similar situation, only with a killer and her begging for her life. She deserved it, though, and teasing was healthy. It was important for Chloe to learn to take what she dishes out. I have a feeling that this won't be the end of our games. Someway, she is going to get me back.

We were now relaxing on the couch, Chloe sitting in my lap, with her head on my shoulder. We were watching some chick flick that I could care less about. I was playing with her hair while she was deep into the show. She would turn to me on commercials, and when she returned her attention to the show, I went back to playing with her hair. It was a golden blonde color that matched perfectly with her skin tone. Her curls would spring back into a twisted shape after you pulled them out. Her hair was soft and smooth in between my fingers. The chlorine had drained them of there strawberry scent, but it was faintly still recognizable.

"Why are you so beautiful?" I asked her. It wasn't a question that you answered, and she knew that. I felt her cuddle deep into my chest. She had her face against my shirt, and I could feel her smile. I put my hand on her back and began to rub it in small circles.

"I hope you know that Jasmine is probably gagging in there." She said, her eyes looking up into mine. Sometimes it was hard not to process her words, because I would get side tracked thinking about her.

"Good let her," I kissed her on the forehead. She did a half smirk and she put her fingers on my chin. She tilted my head down to make it easier for her to kiss me. After the kiss, I felt her shudder. My look was one of question.

"I'm cold, sorta." She answered my unspoken question. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her into me, tighter, trying to warm her up. She gave me a look and I sighed, reaching to the blanket spread out along the back of the couch. I threw it over us. "Thanks, Alek."

"Don't mention it." We finished watching her girly movie and when I went to talk to her, I noticed that she was asleep. I often felt bad that Chloe never got much sleep. We always had her up late training. I turned off the TV and I watched Chloe sleep for a few minutes. My bladder finally told me that it was time to go. I got up slowly, making sure not to disturb her. I picked her up and carried her into my room, placing her on my bed. I then grabbed a pair of shorts and took them to the bathroom.

Chloe POV:

When he set me in the bed, I woke up. I decided not to open my eyes, because I was afraid of being blinded by the lights that hung overhead. I heard Alek leave the room, shutting off the lights. When I opened my eyes a brilliant idea came to me. I was going to mess with him, as a form of punishment for throwing me in the water. I quickly, and quietly, went over to Jasmines room, slight knocking before entering. I saw her look at me from her chair beside her bed. She was reading but she was about to ask me something. I put my finger over my mouths to signal for her to be quiet. I mouthed 'I'm hiding' and I crawled into her bed. She laughed silently and went back to her book. I did my best to look asleep.

I whispered to her, "Sorry about earlier, it was his idea to gross you out. But he threw me in the pool so I'm going to sleep here. Tell him I came in here because his room stank. I wanted to pass out here. Don't let him wake me up though, it will be good to mess with him a little-" I stopped whispering when I heard the bathroom door open. I gave Jasmine a last glance to see her pretend to read her book, fighting off a smile. Alek went to his room, turned on the light, and shut the door. He stopped for a moment and then rushed into the living room. He was searching for me. He nearly ran to Jasmines door, knocking as he flung the door open.

"Where-" he began.

"Shh" Jasmine said, issuing to me.

"What is she doing in here?" Alek asked, confused. I was glad that I was a semi decent actress and that I was able to hold back my laughter.

"She mumbled something about your room stinking and she plopped down on my bed. It was probably annoying her nose." Jasmine answered.

"My room smells like me. I don't stink. I spray some air freshener or something if it makes her happy."

"Well you can't wake her up."

"Why not?"

"Alek, she's sleeping." Jasmine was an incredible actress, she was doing amazing.

"So, she can sleep in my room." He said walking towards me.

"She came over to have a sleepover with me, remember?" Jasmine said, referring to the lie we told my mom.

"Haha, very funny." He stroked my cheek. "Chloe, honey."

"Stop, leave her be. She is fine in here." Jasmine urged.

"She's my girlfriend" Alek fended.

"And my friend, who clearly didn't want to be in your room." Jasmine was good.

"Yes well what are you going to do about?" He said, scooping me up and carrying me back to his room. He muttered something about his room smelling good when he walked into his room. He grabbed his cologne and sprayed the room lightly. It was an incredibly smell and it made me want to cling to him. He layed in the bed, where I now was. For a minute, I said nothing.

I pretended to 'wake up' and I opened my eyes, crinkling my nose. "What died in here? It wreaks!" His face was crushed, much to my amusement.

"You really don't like the smell? Do you not like the way I smell?"

"Why does that make you upset" I asked.

"Kind of." He said, offended.

"Well next time, you shouldn't throw me in the pool." I smiled, laughing to myself.

"This is what this is about, you want to play it that way? Make it known that you have been warned, I will get you back."

"I figured you'd say that." I smiled.

"Chloe?"

"Yes?" I asked, wondering what he was going to say.

"Do you like the way I smell? Be honest." I could tell that he was ready to throw away the cologne and buy new if I said no.

"Honestly, it made my heart skip a beat when you sprayed it."

"Don't die over my cologne, you already lost one life to a pointless cause."

"Hey! It's not my fault I was chased and thrown to my death. That scar-faced creep wasn't the only one that threw me places I didn't want to be." He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am talking about you."

"I'd be mad if you weren't cute." He said, stroking my cheek.

"Good thing you find be irresistible." I smirked.

"And you, me."

"Sometimes," I said hugging him. He laughed.