"OWW!!!"

"Stop moving, Amy. It just hurts more when you squirm like that!"

And it did. I can't even remember how I got that cut, but apparently Legolas found it before I did. It wasn't exactly the deep and large cut you see in movies and that make people run away so much it's bloody and gross, but just deep enough so that it stings like hell when you put that Elvish solution of his on it.

"Do you really need to do that?" I turned towards him with a pout. "It's just a scratch."

I hate it when he does that; taking care of me as if I were a five-year old child. I'm an independent woman, for Heaven's sake!

..........................................

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

With a scream, I fell heavily on the floor. The hard and cold wooden floor. Then, I glared evilly at my alarm clock. It was 8:30, one of the most unholy hours of the morning. It was too early for the cartoons and almost too late for the first class. With a sigh, I turned around and leaned on my elbow, my eyes thin with fury.

"Would you mind? I was tryin' to sleep just now!" I barked before throwing the unsuspecting, still beeping clock against the wall. Poor thing. I'll get the broom later.

As I was about to snuggle back between the warm covers, I quickly glanced at the opened door... to find my roommate looking at me with an amused grin on her mischievous face. From above, she was giving me one of those superior looks that meant 'I always knew you were crazy, but not to that point...'

"What?"

"Did you really say 'love life' or was it just a weird noise down there that made me hear things you never said?" her eyes became thinner than they already were with fake suspicion as she sat next to me on the bed.

"You dreamt." I answered, frowning at her.

Normally, I would have forgotten this regrettable incident, closed the door on her face and gone back to sleep. But right now, it was too late. Val, the roommate in question, was already getting to think I was just plain crazy –which was absolutely not true except in a possible case of coffee abuse– and looking at my with knowing eyes. Despite being a little self-centered, she was extremely intuitive...

"Tell me all about it, don't skip the unnecessary and put an accent on the crunchy parts." She said, making herself comfortable and waiting eagerly for my tale.

I laughed nervously and made eye contact. "Honey, why don't you go back to sleep like the good girl you are, and we'll talk about it later... huh?" I tried in a desperate effort to baby-talk her out of my room. With no success.

Breathe in, breathe out. I began, telling her about the dream. She was disappointed, mainly because it was nothing but mushy-mushy stuff. No action, no physical contact that was worth it...

"Hum. You're nuts." Came the reply, after a long time of arduous thought.

"I know." Then I realized. "Why?"

"You've got the sexiest, the most gorgeous elf to ever appear on a cinema screen, and all you can do with him is get hurt? I can't understand that. What are you, a nun?"

Well, in a way she was right. I have the funny habit of always getting hurt at the wrong moment. But still, she was being extremely selfish given she couldn't get entertained.

"That's your fault! You've been filling my head with useless stuff about that blonde elf of yours for three hole damn weeks and now, it's even haunting my once peaceful dreams!" I exclaimed before stopping a moment to get my breath back.

At that point, you'd have to know that in this world, two things could possibly traumatize me. The first one being spiders just like most girls, it was easy to guess that the second one is to hear your best friend talking unstoppably of a blonde, pointy-eared fictional character.

Val is, in a way, one of the most Legolas-obsessed girls I'd ever know. During her free time, she'd spend hours and hours surfing on the net and searching for images of her favorite elf. She'd even gone as far as to learn horse riding and archery. Personally, I found it stupid. I'd rather study than spend time turning vegetable in front of an idiot screen.

Okay, one point to clarify. I never said Legolas isn't cute, because he is. I just can't stand the idea of getting obsessed by him, that's all. And anyway, he isn't even real...

"Get outta here, I'd like to sleep." I said in a grouchy tone.

Before even reaching the door, she swiftly turned around and looked at me in the eye. "One more thing, babe. I need you out at three pm, Nick's coming. Just get lost for the night, k?" and with a mischievous smile, she left and closed the door behind her. "Oh, and take the cat with you, please..."

Nick. Well, at least, she's moving on... last week, it was someone else. Don't even remember his name.

"Wait! What's wrong with the–"The door slammed before I could finish my sentence. "–cat."

Anyway, I'd better get going. Last time she had a boyfriend in here, I actually had to sneak out by hiding twenty minutes in the bathroom... Calling the cat, I suddenly realized why Val wanted me to take her away. She was already there, perched on the high stool next to my window and staring at me with her enormous green eyes as if I'd just fallen from mars. Stupid creature.

A few... hours later I was finally out of bed. It wasn't my fault if I had fallen asleep again. I may be lazy on Saturday mornings, but the other days aren't the same. As a medicine student, I regularly wake up early to pinch my poor nose between the sometimes very boring pages of one of the too many medicine books. And given I also regularly study late, it pretty much shortens my nights. That's why my second best friend is my coffee mug. When it's full, of course.

Deciding at the last minute to grab a book –medicine one, just in case– I checked it everything was fine for Val's guest. Because she was out shopping for groceries, it was my job to look around the small apartment to spot stains on the carpet, half-empty glasses or old newspapers. Seeing that everything was clean and clear for romance and... well other things, I took the cat under an arm, my book under the other, my keys between my teeth and left.