Chapter 4

Trust Breakfast

by Undecisivepsycho

Morning, Zhi's POV

I woke up around 6:30 AM, but I wasn't in anywhere neat the position I was when I fell asleep. I was sort of propped up on something...or someone. I looked up behind me, forgetting where I was and what had happened last night, I screamed and fell off my bed in terror. Luckily I managed to land in my large, plush armchair, but that ended up tipping backward and hitting the floor with a boom.

"Well that's a rather rude way to wake someone up. Don't ya think?" Jeff groaned, his eyes refocusing as he woke up.

"I'm the rude one? You're the one that snuck in here at god know what ti- how'd you get in without setting the alarms off in the first place?" I asked, rolling from the chair and tipping it back into place.

"As I was beginning to fall asleep I heard you whimpering, rather loudly I might add. So I came in through the back of the closets. There's only a thin panel that separates the two, you simply slide it out of the way to go through. When I saw you you were curled around your pillow and your comforter was on the floor, so I tossed it back up onto you and waited. When you didn't calm down I climbed up and held you, it was the only thing I could think of. You calmed down pretty quickly, but I was afraid you would start up again if I left. With no other options I just got as comfortable as possible and went to sleep..." Jeff explained, sitting on the edge of the top bunk, swinging his legs a bit.

"Oh," I said, blushing, "but, why did you care if I was having nightmares or not?"

"I didn't...I didn't want you to have a bad experience your first night here just because of a nightmare...and I couldn't even drink myself to sleep with the noise you were making." He said, adding the last part to seem like he didn't care very much and mostly wanted some peace and quiet.

"Right...It was solely because of the noise." I say sarcastically, getting up and opening my dresser to get some clothes.

"Of course it was. What are you doing?" he asked, splotches of pink appearing on his face.

"Getting dressed, what else?" I replied, turning my back to him and removing my tank top in favor of a bra.

"I can see that, but why are you doing it with me in here?!"

"Because I've no patience to wait for you to leave." I stated, turning to him with my hands at my hips, one hand clenching my shirt as bent over to wiggle slightly, making fun of him for being embarrassed.

"So?! Aren't you supposed to be...modest or something about this?!" He nearly yelled, his voice going up an octave as he tried not to look at me.

"Normally...but you didn't try anything last night so I figure you won't now." I say, pulling on one of my favorite shirts, the front reading "Don't Piss Me Off. I'm Running Out Of Places To Hide The Bodies." in white lettering cracked from old age.

"How would you have know if I tried anything, huh?" he asked.

"You wouldn't be freaking out right now if you had." I retort, pulling of my Tinkerbell shorts and replacing them with a pair of black jeans.

"Shut up, I'm not freaking out."

"Yeah, and I'm not a tumblr addict." I say, rolling my eyes as I file my nails down.

"Whatever...why are you doing that?" He inquired, jumping down next to me and inspecting his own unkempt nails.

"Doing what?" I ask, turning to him and looking a bit startled as I find myself face to face with him.

"This, why'd you shorten your nails like this?" He explains, grabbing my wrist and holding my hand up between our faces.

"'Cuz my nails were too long and I wanted to. Can we go down and get something to eat? I'm hungry."

"Yeah whatever. You're weird...you know that, right?" he says, unlocking my door and disarming the alarm I had set up, leading the way down to the kitchen, "So whaddya want?'

"Bird in the hole" I answer quickly.

"Bird in the what?"

"The hole." I restate, slowing down as if talking to someone who doesn't fully understand English.

"No I mean what is it? Some sort of weird way of cooking a bird?" Jeff says.

"Just get me some eggs, the bread, butter, a knife, skillet, and a normal cup." I instruct him with a demanding tone.

"um...alright then..." He manages to retrieve most of what I ask for, but handing me an album by Skillet instead of a frying pan, "not sure what this is for, but I have to assume you know what you're doing."

"Skillet as in a frying pan, not the band, dumb ass." I slap a hand to my face, shaking my head.

"Well you weren't specific as to which kind so I figured I'd take the chance to piss you off" He smirked, handing me what I had asked for and sitting at the table as I began cooking.