All Over the Place

By Kay

Disclaimer: Shall own. Someday. But not yet. Oh no, precious, not yet.

Author's Notes: Just a cute, fluffy little piece about how Christopher and Jalil just should never be allowed to live together, relationship or not. I am possessed by the pixie sticks. That is my excuse for this. ;)


They spend the first week fighting.

It isn't supposed to be this way, but they can't help it. Christopher's dirty clothes are sprawled in the corners of the room, toed there tentatively by Jalil with a disapproving scowl. ("I won't do your laundry for you!" he told the blonde, who only retorted with, "So don't.") He's constantly finding strange food items on their desk or the window left wide open after a rainstorm, soaking all of his papers and books. The bed is always rumpled because they can't find the right way to fit together at night-- Christopher's right leg inevitably falls over the side, and Jalil spends most of his time cursing because of flying elbows.

Christopher can't stand how many times his toes have been stubbed from the piles of books and diagrams lying on the floor. ("Clean up your shit," he told the scientist, who only retorted with, "You, too.") He hates how Jalil chews on the ends of their pencils, how he closes the curtains on the bluest, most beautiful days. It takes him fifteen minutes to find his favorite wool shirt in their closet-of-sorts, simply because Jalil keeps rearranging it to fit his own needs.

Jalil tells him everything he owns is crap. Christopher thinks Jalil brings half the library back home with him, and then viciously reminds himself that it isn't "home" really, it's his room in the first place. When he brings this up with Jalil, the teenager snarls, "It's our room now, you moron," and slams the door hard enough to ruin the hinges.

Christopher sulks in a dark, random tower because his room is now their room and not usable for such things anymore.

At the end of the week, Jalil wakes up half-sprawled over Christopher with a mouthful of golden hair. He spits it out and wearily says, "I don't know if this is going to work."

Christopher opens his eyes and kisses him sleepily. "Shut up and go to sleep."

After a moment's thought, Jalil does exactly that.

End