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Author's Notes: I remade this chapter, so I hope you guys like it. (looks nervous)
P.S. no, I don't think they get morning breath. After all, this IS a fic, so I control their world, and I say morning breath doesn't exist! Hahahah! (maniacal laughter)
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"Freddy?"
Grunt.
"Freddy!"
Bed sheets rustling.
Splash!
"AAAHHH!"
Freddy shot up in the single bed, hands frantically trying to wipe the ice- cold water off his face. He finally opened his blurry blue eyes to find Nicole standing in front of him, grinning with a tumbler in her hand. "What did you do that for!?" he demanded despite himself. It was hard not to be cranky when you didn't get enough sleep.
The girl just kept that insane, happy look on her face as she set the tumbler down on the bedside table. "Well, traditional methods weren't working, and Zack's gonna finish all the food downstairs if you don't get up soon," she stated smugly.
Freddy groaned and buried himself back in bed. "I'm not a vampire like you! I need sleep!" he complained, grabbing a pillow and covering his head.
Nicole pouted. "You're such a baby, Frederick Jones,"
His hand shot up and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into the mountain of goosedown comforters and pillows. She gave out a small yell but let him pull her in, and she pulled the blankets over them and twisted around so that they were facing each other.
"Morning," she smiled after a while. She would never admit it, but it gave her a strange thrill just to be this close to him. He was so...pretty! Not in a twisted psychopathic way, but he was like one of those Giordano models you see on billboards or in movies, except here he was, lying down next to her, his blue eyes on her like she was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. She hoped her eyes showed the same thing for him.
"Morning," Freddy yawned, lifting a hand off her waist to cover his mouth. "D'you have a good night's sleep?"
She laughed. "You're asking a normal question like that? You got a hang- over or something?"
Freddy grinned. "Nope, not really. Pray tell, what would a Freddy-ish question be?"
She shrugged, which was considerably hard because they were lying on their sides. "I dunno.... Something like, 'did you see the Angel of Death in your dreams last night'?"
"No, that would be a Zack question to ask," Freddy corrected. They both laughed. They spent a few more minutes in silence then he finally closed his eyes, drifting back to sleep. Nicole kissed his nose and snuggled into the pillows.
A few more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt.
Author's Notes: I remade this chapter, so I hope you guys like it. (looks nervous)
P.S. no, I don't think they get morning breath. After all, this IS a fic, so I control their world, and I say morning breath doesn't exist! Hahahah! (maniacal laughter)
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"Freddy?"
Grunt.
"Freddy!"
Bed sheets rustling.
Splash!
"AAAHHH!"
Freddy shot up in the single bed, hands frantically trying to wipe the ice- cold water off his face. He finally opened his blurry blue eyes to find Nicole standing in front of him, grinning with a tumbler in her hand. "What did you do that for!?" he demanded despite himself. It was hard not to be cranky when you didn't get enough sleep.
The girl just kept that insane, happy look on her face as she set the tumbler down on the bedside table. "Well, traditional methods weren't working, and Zack's gonna finish all the food downstairs if you don't get up soon," she stated smugly.
Freddy groaned and buried himself back in bed. "I'm not a vampire like you! I need sleep!" he complained, grabbing a pillow and covering his head.
Nicole pouted. "You're such a baby, Frederick Jones,"
His hand shot up and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into the mountain of goosedown comforters and pillows. She gave out a small yell but let him pull her in, and she pulled the blankets over them and twisted around so that they were facing each other.
"Morning," she smiled after a while. She would never admit it, but it gave her a strange thrill just to be this close to him. He was so...pretty! Not in a twisted psychopathic way, but he was like one of those Giordano models you see on billboards or in movies, except here he was, lying down next to her, his blue eyes on her like she was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. She hoped her eyes showed the same thing for him.
"Morning," Freddy yawned, lifting a hand off her waist to cover his mouth. "D'you have a good night's sleep?"
She laughed. "You're asking a normal question like that? You got a hang- over or something?"
Freddy grinned. "Nope, not really. Pray tell, what would a Freddy-ish question be?"
She shrugged, which was considerably hard because they were lying on their sides. "I dunno.... Something like, 'did you see the Angel of Death in your dreams last night'?"
"No, that would be a Zack question to ask," Freddy corrected. They both laughed. They spent a few more minutes in silence then he finally closed his eyes, drifting back to sleep. Nicole kissed his nose and snuggled into the pillows.
A few more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt.