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Raine, remember when I started writing chapters and sending them to you to rate? Well once you told me that you wanted to see some of what was going on back in Zandra's world? Well yeah, that's where the idea came from.

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Lars, do you want the cookie shipped up there? I'm afraid by the time it got there it would be stale....

Chapter 6:

In morning Jim usually slipped out his window and onto the roof to dangle his legs off the side and think a little bit. He swore he wouldn't think about her, but somehow always managed to. She wasn't the kind of person you could forget easily, as had he found out every day. She was so full of life. So funny, so sweet, and so beautiful, inside and out. She reminded him of the sunrise, which he was now watching. She shone like the light from the sun, and he felt he couldn't live if she wasn't there. Just like you can't live without the sun. She lit up the day with her funny little quirks and smart come backs. A smile lit his face. She was so, so... He was interrupted by scream from below him.

"What the...?" He left the question hanging in mid-air when somebody jerked on his leg.

"Jim? Is that you?" It was Zandra.

"Yeah, It's me."

"What are you doing up there?"

"Just thinking."

She stuck her head out the window, and looked up at him, her long hair falling out behind her.
"Really? What about?" YOU! he screamed mentally, but didn't say it out loud.

"Um, nothing you'd care about."

"Try me." She said as she turned around and sat on the window ledge grabbing the edge of the roof to support her.

"You want to come up here?"

"But it's so high up."

"I know, but I'll be right here the whole time."

"You won't let me fall?"

"That had better be a rhetorical question! She smile up at him. He loved her smile

He took her hands and steadied her as she stood on the window sill. She swung one leg up on top of the roof, he pulled her the rest of the way up. She stood next to him, clinging to him to remain upright, her face bathed in the soft light of the sunrise. The look on her face as the sunrise captivated her.

He unconsciously stared at her for at least ten minutes. She looked so...he couldn't find a word to describe her. She was....she was shivering

"You need to go inside before you catch pneumonia." She tore her eyes from the sun to look at him.

"Why?"

"Because I said so." She smiled at him again.

"Oh really?" Her tone of voice implied a dare. "How?"

"By forcing you to go inside and get warmed up."

"Um, how'm I going to get inside?"

"You'll go through my room."

"Okay. But how am I going to move?"

"The way you normally do." She took a very deep breath and bit her lip.

"But it's so high...oy. Jim, promise you won't let me fall?"

"You know I'd never, do that." She managed a shaky smile and took both his hands.

"Don't worry, I've got you." He slowly led her to his window.

"You first." He said as he lowered her into his room. She sank to his floor, her legs unable to hold her upright anymore. He jumped into the room after her. When he saw her on the floor, he rushed to her side.

"You okay?'' He cupped her face in his hands.

"I guess I haven't gotten over that fear of heights yet." Her voice shook.

"Maybe if you eat something you'll feel better." He dried the single tear that had escaped her eyelashes. "Do you think you can walk?''

"I....I think so. If you let me lean on you." He pulled her up and snaked his arm around her waist. After they managed to get out of the room he stopped her.

"Do you want me to just carry you?''

"That would be much easier, yes. But I think I should at least try to walk."

"Okay then, just lean on me." He helped her down the stairs and to the kitchen. Once she was safely on sitting on a barstool, he relaxed. Her face was back to its normal color, her eyes had their shine back instead of the listlessness that had been there only moments before, and a hint of a smile lit up her face.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Um, just purp juice for now." She laid her head on the counter.

"You will not just have purp juice!" Her head shot back up.

"And why not?" Her tone of voice implied a dare.

"Because breakfast is the most important meal of the day, that's why!"

"Aye, aye, cap'n." She mumbled, half dead, as she dropped her head on the counter again.

"Are you feeling alright?" She rolled her eyes up at him.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit sleepy and a lot scared."

"Try to stay awake, okay?"

"Mmmm-hmmm ," she mumbled. to him.

"Here's your purp juice." He said, setting a small glass in front of her.

"And your sweet roll."

"My what?" Her head shot up for the third time.

"Your sweet roll, they're left over from that one group that came in last night."

"Oh. Thanks, Jim." She smiled up at him. He wished there was some way to bottle that smile.

"Anytime." He got himself another sweet roll and commenced with eating his breakfast. Once she was done with her roll, she stood swaying slightly in the process and started making the stuff that the regulars ordered every day.

"How do you feel now?" Jim asked, joining her at the stove to help her out.

"Much better thank you. Could you make the eggs? Nobody in their right mind ever touches mine." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, she was concentrating on punching a loaf of bread into the perfect shape. He half smiled, half frowned, she had no problem admitting some of her faults, her small ones anyway, but he knew nothing of her real faults.

"Jim?" He jumped.

"Yeah!?"

"Well, first I was going to ask you when you were going to make those eggs, but now I'm not so sure. Are you feeling okay, Jim?"

"Um, yeah. Just thinking."

"Are you sure?" She walked over to him and gently laid a hand on his cheek and tipped his face towards her. He wanted to kiss her so badly it hurt him inside. She looked him in the eye, her own eyes searching his face.

"Um, yeah, positive." She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes like a soft blanket covering him. She stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

"Good." She left the room to greet the first costumers. He stared after her almost in shock. She really confused him. GAH, GIRLS!

(A/N: Blah chapter, I know, next time it will have some kind of point, I promise)