'Dreamer'
A/n: Chapter 3, obviously. I know I might be boring so tell me please if it seems that way. Enjoy.
Chapter 3: I don't usually do this!
Elijah blinked and woke with a start. He looked across the bed. She was gone. "No" he shook his head. Maybe it had all been a dream. He jumped out of bed. He went downstairs to the kitchen. He got a surprise when he saw Anita sitting at the table eating an apple and reading the paper. "Morning dreamer" she said chirpily, "I made you some coffee". He poured himself a cup, "I thought you'd done a runner on me," he said with obvious relief. "I'd never do something like that" she said, "Then again I don't usually come home with a guy I've just met!" "Same for me" Lij agreed, "I don't usually bring home girls I've just met". "You have to admit though that there was…..was" Anita trailed off. "Something" he filled in. "Yea, there's something isn't there?" "Mmm" he agreed thoughtfully
"You have nothing healthy to eat in this house" Anita changed the subject, nosing through the fridge and cupboards. She had borrowed a Lord of the Rings shirt from him. It was short on her and Elijah couldn't help admiring her shapely tanned legs. "You know, you don't seem Irish" he pointed out. "You expect a freckly, foxy haired, pale skinned shy girl I suppose" she laughed. He looked embarrassed, "Or a leprecháun" he grinned. "I'll show you how spirited an Irish cailín can be" she said cheekily, "But right now this cailín must get to work" she grabbed her stuff and ran upstairs. She showered and dressed. When she came downstairs Elijah was leaning against the counter in a ray of sunlight with his eyes closed. He looked really peaceful and handsome, his morning stubble shadowing his chin. She quietly pulled a camera out of her bag and, snap! caught him on film. "Hey" he complained. "Sorry Dreamer" she giggled and put the camera back. "I really have to go. I've called a cab already," she said. "Hang on!" Lij said, "Can I have your number or something?" "Oh, so I'm not just a one-night stand am I?" Anita teased. "Of course not" he protested. "It's on the kitchen table" she kissed his cheek lightly, "Farewell Dreamer". She was gone in a flash of red and blue.
He walked to the table touching the spot where she had kissed him. He saw a piece of paper under her empty glass of milk. Her number and address were on it in her almost calligraphic handwriting. As he picked it up a photo floated onto the table form underneath it. It was an instant photo of him in bed asleep, with a smile in his face. On the back was written 'Dreamer'. He smiled. She was so strange, it was intriguing. She seemed very independent and headstrong. "I'm going to call her," he said decisively.
A/n: Please review, please please. Do I have to get down on my knees and beg?? I would never do that, I'm not that desperate ha ha ha, I need help. Bye!!