Chapter TWO- I wasn't really gonna' write it, but you people really seemed to wanna' read more. Sorry if it sucks!

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IGNORE ALL TENSE ERRORS... I SUCK!

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When I woke up I had to blink my eyes a few times in order to see clearly. Even with the thick haze over my vision, I could still make out where I was, my house. Sure, getting there was no where in my memory, and I'm pretty sure that that's not a good thing, but me being there meant I'm safe.

I sat up ignoring the pounding pain in my head and took a quick glance around the room.

"I need an aspirin." I mumbled hoarsely. Coughing to clear my throat I stood up and took a few steps for the kitchen. Though, half way there I was forced to stop. I looked around my living room. Eerie green letters from my VCR glowed: 3:52am. Again my eyes traveled and eventually landed on a figure resting on my couch.

My breathing sped up as I picked up the closest thing to me, that being a coffee mug and I headed towards the couch. Times like these seemed to slow down, everything else was quiet. The only sound in the room was that of my ragged breathing.

'Why is there someone sleeping on my couch? Oh God, IS this my house? I could be in a rapist's house. Then why does it look so much like my home?' My mind was racing when I got my first glimpse of him. His face was covered by a pillow and he was snoring very lightly.

I lifted the mug above my head and was ready to throw it down when the person moved. Eric rolled over onto his back, eyes at first half open, then as wide as I've ever seen. He rolled off the couch with a tiny squeak. His body connected with my knees and right before I fell I remembered I was still holding that coffee mug.

We both crumpled to the floor. Cold coffee spilled all over us and the coffee mug hit Eric in the head. Maybe one day, we'd look back on this and laugh, but as for right now...

"COLD" Eric cried into my face, grabbing my shoulders, lifting me up, and shaking me. "Is this the thanks I get for bringing you home!? Oh, and by the way, you left your keys somewhere that was NOT in your pocket, so I kind of had to break into your house."

I shook myself free of Eric's grip and stood up.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were a ra-" I paused. 'Did I really want to say this?'

"Thought I was a what?" Eric stared me down, it was very uncomfortable.

"It's not important right now. Um, let's go get cleaned up, alright?" I held my hand out for him and could almost smile, our roles were reversed. Then, suddenly it hit me, everything that had happened that night, why Eric was at my house, and how I felt about him. My hand retracted just a fraction and I looked away.

"Are you alright?" I turned my head slightly towards him and bit my lip. He looked so concerned. He had no idea, I know because if he did he wouldn't be worried, he'd think I was a monster. He'll never know I think about him that way and I'll make sure of it.

"Tim?" Whoa, my first name, that doesn't happen too often. Eric stood up, without the use of my hand causing me to pull it back quickly, embarrassed. "What's wrong?"

"I uh, I need some air." Which was untrue, I needed something and it sure as hell wasn't air. I pushed past Eric and out the door. Once I got outside I stopped, realizing my foolishness. It only took seconds before Eric appeared directly behind me. He grabbed my hand and spun me around to face him.

"What's...?" He stopped, calming himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then reopened them. "What's the matter with you?" His voice was gentle now, more relaxed though still filled with concern. Eric's anger and frustration may be gone, but mine was still there and rising. I felt so confused.

"Why do you have to do that!? Why do you have to be so nice?! Why do you have to always make me feel so..." I trailed off, cursing myself for my stupidity. Oh well, I couldn't stop now. No inner promise to myself will change that. "Why do you always have to touch me?" The question was simple enough, and yet that was the first time I asked it, to him or myself. For the past week Eric had been a little closer, though just far enough away.

He was obviously taken aback, his eyes showed it. He stammered quietly as if he didn't understand, I was quick though. I looked him straight in the eyes and moved my hands lightly. Those same very hands that were in a death grip by Eric.

Eric immediately pulled his hands back to him, blushing.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." He looked down, almost like he was ashamed. Wait, something wasn't right hear. Isn't this conversation going the wrong way, almost backwards? Shouldn't he be the one yelling at me and me the one who is ashamed?

I wasn't sure what to say. An uncomfortable silence descended upon us that seemed to last for hours. Finally, I decided to talk but someone beat me to it and it wasn't who I thought it would be.

Eric's phone rang loud in the night and it caused him to jump almost three feet high. Once calmed enough he reached into his pocket and picked it up. Me, being barely two feet away couldn't help but listen.

"Delko. Yeah. I had-" He sighed loudly "some business to take care of. No. Why didn't you call Speed? Why, what happened? It's okay. I'll be there in ten" He hung up and looked at me anxiously.

I raised my eyebrows as if asking him to elaborate.

"That was H, he uh, he has a job for me."

"This late?"

"Yeah" He stared at me for a second and then did the unthinkable, he kissed me. It was quick but lingering. Before I could get a word in he was out of there, to his job, far away from me, and far away from what had just happened.

I stood there for a long while. I couldn't really bring myself to move. Eric liked me, it's not just me, and I'm not a monster. I smiled a genuine smile, something that hadn't passed on my face in a while. Needless to say, it felt pretty damn good.

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Sorry for the shortness. And sorry for the bad writing-ness...

Aw... they're so cute together. Or I'm so gross... I can't really figure it out.

Poor Speed, he's all dead. The episode for Monday looks really good... and creepy!