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Chapter 9: All Cleaned Out
"You think it's wise for them to leave us alone like this?" Chris smirked.
"Chris, don't be stupid. Nothing's going to happen." Jill said.
"Okay, so I guess I should go on home now knowing you can handle things." He said as he walked towards the door. As he reached for the doorknob, Jill came from behind and pushed him into the door, causing him to crash into it. "Ow. I was kidding you know." He said dryly.
"So was I." She smiled, wanting so badly to laugh at him.
"Alright, just make sure you can control yourself." He rubbed his forehead and nose.
"Control myself? Honey, I have control." She smiled.
"Are you sure? Cause you just called me honey, babe." He laughed.
"Shut up. The food is cold." Jill said. She then walked over to the table and took the food out of the bag. She warmed them up separately and she and Chris proceeded to eat a very late dinner. While they ate, they also talked more about their past and other stuff that revealed more of each ones personality.
"Thanks for dinner, Jill. You'll have to let me take you out sometime, just to rectangle it out." Chris took a seat on the couch in the living room.
"Rectangle?" She questioned as she took her seat on the matching chair.
"Even. You know, like a square, they each have their four corners. Rectangle is hardly used in everyday conversations so I thought I would include it in mine." Chris said.
"I hate to break it you, Chris, but a rectangle is not even. It's got two long lines and two short lines. That's not even…like a square." She said.
"Yeah it is. Let me break it down in simpler terms so that someone such as yourself can understand." He said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. 'Break it down in simpler terms?' Tch, I'd like to break you into smaller pieces, starting with that gigantic thing that sits on your neck. I'm surprised you're neck didn't snap from all that weight."
"I'm buff." He joked.
"Ha!" Jill laughed.
"Laugh now, cry later, and believe me sweetie, you will cry." He said.
"Sweetie?" She questioned.
"Slipped. Yeah anyways, back to my explanation. You see, the two short lines of the rectangle are equal in length and so are the longer lines, thus making it, even"
"You're stupid." She smiled.
"Thanks. So what else needs fixing? That is why you held me back for right? That and besides the fact that I'm good looking and you want to try and score." He laughed.
"Don't flatter yourself." She said, "It will never happen." She smiled.
"Oh thank god! I can sleep easier knowing that you're not going to try to seduce me." He said in a joking yet believable way.
"Believe me, when all this has passed, I won't have to seduce you." She said.
"Is that so?" He smiled from where he was sitting.
"Yep, you're the one that's going to do the seducing." She smiled, curling her legs up on the chair.
"Me? Hehehehehehe, No. I'm afraid you got that all wrong." He said. He then caught eye of her legs and how silky smooth they were. Jill noticed that he was looking at her and just laughed in her head. Chris also noticed that she knew he was looking at her legs, so he had to come up with something good. "You have nice legs."
"Didn't I say you were going to do all the seducing?" She laughed out.
"Not seducing, complementing." He smiled at her.
"Well then, you have nice legs too." She returned the 'favor.'
"Thanks, but as you can see, they're not as smooth as yours." He hiked up his pants to reveal his hairy legs. "I don't shave."
"I'm glad." She laughed.
"Okay, well, ready to finish this up?" He asked.
"Um…give me a couple of minutes. I think I ate too much." Jill said.
"Yeah, sure." Chris immediately got to arranging.
-5 minutes later-
"Hey Jill, is it me or is it hot in here?" Chris asked but got no response. "Jill?" He turned around. "Asleep. Great." He got up and walked to the air-conditioning unit and turned it up. "Much better." He said and returned to the cables he was fixing.
-30 minutes later-
He finally finished everything and decided it was time to head out. He walked towards the door and grabbed his jacket on the way out. Before he left, he took one more glance at the apartment then at Jill. "Oh, might as well." He thought. He closed the door and put his jacket back on the on chair. He went over to Jill who was curled up peacefully on the couch and tapped her on her shoulder. "T.K.O." He then picked her up in his arms and carried her into the room. "Damn, she's pretty heavy!" He thought to himself. "Shit! I should've opened the door first." He cursed out. He tried to reach for the doorknob with his left hand and in the process, bumped Jill's head on the door. "Crap, that's gonna leave a mark." She groaned and Chris kept still hoping she wouldn't wake up and see him.
Good thing for him, she didn't wake up. He managed to open the door and turned on the lights with ease and walked over to her bed. "Anyone can tell I haven't done this before, otherwise, I would've turned down the bed." He said. He didn't know where to put her down so he tried to pull the covers while she was still in his arms. He reached for the sheets using his right hand this time so he wouldn't risk bumping her head for the second time. He set her on the bed and pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. "G'night, Jill." He whispered to her as he instinctively brushed aside the stray hairs on her face.
"I love you too." She mumbled sleepily.
"Must be dreaming." He shrugged and left her room, turning off the lights on the way out. Before he left, he went over to the balcony door and locked it along with the windows. He grabbed his jacket and left, remembering to lock the door on the way out.
-Chris's Place-
It only seemed like he was asleep for five minutes when he was rudely awakened by the ringing of a telephone. He got up and walked over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" He answered groggily.
"Chris, I need you to come in today. I know it's a last minute notice but we have a meeting. After that, the day is yours."
"Wesker? I thought you weren't due back until tomorrow." Chris asked.
"So did I, but there was a change in plans. So if you will report to the office in an hour or so, we can get this meeting underway. And save me the trouble and call Valentine." He said and hung up the phone before he can respond.
"Hello? Wesker? Shit." He cursed and hung up the phone. "How the hell am I supposed to know her number? Oh well, I guess I'll have to go over to her place, damn it." He walked over to the fridge and that's when he realized that he still had his shoes on. "Holy shit. I guess I was that tired to even kick off my shoes." He laughed and opened the fridge only to find it empty "Damn, where's Claire when you need her. I might as well hit the shower." He said and went off to the bath.
-Jill's Apartment 8:26 A.M.-
Jill slowly opened her eyes and found herself in her bedroom. "Hmm, where am I?" She mumbled to herself. "Crap, forgot I'm in this stupid city." She cursed and proceeded to go to sleep until something caught her attention. "Wait a minute, I how did I get in here?" She asked herself and in a panic, she immediately looked under her sheets and sighed in relief. "I must've fallen asleep on the couch and he brought me in here, how sweet of him." She smiled at the thought. "Now that I'm awake, I might as well get up and see what this city has to offer."
She got up, grabbed her towel that still happened to be on the bed from when she threw it there last night and trotted off to the bath. After she was done bathing, she got out and wrapped the towel around her body and went to her room to get dressed. She opened her closet and her towel dropped to the floor, shocked at was she saw, or rather what she didn't see. "Where, what, why, how," She stuttered, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She grabbed her towel off the floor and wrapped herself. She found a piece of paper in her closet and collected it only to find it had nothing but a big smiley face on it.
She then took a seat on the edge of her bed to analyze what the hell happened. She figured it must've been one of the guys since they were the only ones who were there. She then narrowed it down to the last person who was there, Chris. "That son of a bitch! And here I thought he was sweet." She said and then just yelled out of frustration. "If this was his way of getting back at me, his ass is grass. How the hell am I supposed to get my clothes back? I don't even have his contact number or where he lives. Shit, I don't even have clothes to buy clothes." She said, wanting to just cry when all of a sudden a buzzing sound came from the living room, snapping her back to reality. She walked to the living room and pressed the button for the intercom. "Yeah, who is it?" She asked.
"It's Chris."
"Chris." She greeted happily. "Just the person I wanted to see at this very hour. Come on up." She buzzed the door open.
Chris opened the door and took the elevator to her floor, wondering why the hell she wanted to see him. He walked to her door and knocked. She cracked the door and stuck her face out. "You fucker, where is it!" She yelled.
"What, whoa, whoa, what?" He asked confusedly.
"Oh don't play with me! Now is certainly not the time! So why don't you just tell me where you stashed it and maybe I won't kick your ass so bad!" She yelled at him, causing some of her neighbors to stick their heads out the door to see what the commotion was.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about! Why don't you just let me in and we can talk about this. Your neighbors are staring." He noticed the few people watching.
"You know, I would let you in, but I think you know I'm not decent!" She yelled, flinging the door open.
He immediately turned around at the site before him. "What the hell are you doing! Opening the door like that with just a towel on! Don't you have any self-respect?" He said wanting to laugh, but by the sound of her voice, he refrained, knowing she was really upset.
"Just shut up and get in." She said.
"Um, I rather not." He said.
"Get IN." She yelled, grabbing him by the back of his collar with one hand while holding her towel in place.
"No, wait, wait, wait!" He said, but couldn't get his footing and was eventually pulled in and was amazed at her strength. As she pulled him in, he accidentally dropped his jacket, struggling to keep outside.
"You know, I don't think I'll ever understand these young people." An old woman said to her husband.
"They're in love, just leave them alone." He told his wife.
"People in love fight like that?" She asked. The old man shrugged and shut the door since the show was over.
"SIT! NOW!" She yelled, and he marched straight to a chair and sat like a little boy who was in deep trouble. "Alright, this has gone far enough! Now where are my clothes!" She yelled, clutching her towel tightly with her hair still dripping wet.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He yelled, feeling extremely awkward at the situation at hand.
"Follow me." She said and walked to her room with him following behind and revealed to him her empty closet.
"Wow, whoever did this really cleaned you out." He chuckled.
"This is NOT funny! Now cut the crap and give me what is rightfully mine!" She yelled.
"I swear I didn't take anything." He laughed.
"Chris, this is not funny." She said.
"Sorry." He said, but instead of stopping, he burst out even louder.
"Screw you. Why are you here in the first place anyways?" She asked.
"I completely forgot." He stopped laughing. "Wesker wants us to come in. We have a meeting. So if you would get dressed, we can go."
"You know, I'm this close to smacking you." She said, holding out her thumb and index finger only so close together for him to see. He broke out in laughter once again and that got Jill really pissed. "Alright, strip. Now." She yelled at him
"What?" He stopped laughing.
"Don't 'what' me! Did I not make it loud and clear enough for you to hear! I said STRIP!"
"I heard what you said. And you don't have to yell, god." He said, rubbing his ears. "You know Jill, I'd love to answer your question but I'm afraid I'd don't know you well enough to give you a free show." He said sarcastically.
"I don't know you well enough either and here I am, standing in front of you with just a fucking towel on!"
"Jill, that's because you have no choice, you don't have any clothes. I opted to stay outside but you just so happened to pull me into the lions den and that leaves us to where we are now."
"Blah, blah, blah! Just give me your goddamn jeans already." She said.
"What! Oh no. No, no, no, no. I am not giving you my jeans!" He said.
"Why not? If you're wearing boxer, it won't be that embarrassing if you were wearing briefs in public."
"Jill I don't have a car. I ride a bike, either way, it's still embarrassing and you are not going commando in my favorite pair of Jeans."
"Hmm, speaking of which, I wonder if whoever raided my closet also took my underwear." She walked over to her dresser and opened the top. "Ah, good news, I guess I won't have to go commando!" She smiled while holding up matching bras and panties.
"Put that away." He said in disgust.
"What? It's not like you never seen these before." She waved them in his face to piss him off.
"Hey, it's weird for me. I'm a guy. Leave me alone." He said and walked into the living room, away from all the feminine stuff.
"Okay, so hand them over." She followed him.
"What! You're serious! I thought you were joking!"
"Did it sound like I was joking, hand them over, the shirt too. I know you wear an undershirt so that won't be a problem."
"Huh, wait, um let's go to my place. I think my sister left some of her clothes when she came to visit last time." Chris said.
"Ooo, great idea, what will I wear to go to your place, my underwear." She mocked.
"Do you have a long coat?" he asked.
"Do see any in my closet?" She said sarcastically
"Fine!" He yelled. He really didn't want to go through with this but he just felt sorry for her. As he took of his shirt, his undershirt got stuck to it and Jill caught a glimpse of his six-pack before Chris pulled it back down.
"Ah, I guess you're not as flubby as I thought you were." She patted him on his abdomen.
"Hey!" He yelled and grabbed her hand. She was laughing at him and stopped when their eyes met. He didn't notice but he was still holding on to her hand, caressing it. He then snapped out of his daze. "Um, here." He said, handing his shirt to her breaking up that 'situation.'
"Thanks." She smiled.
"Um Jill? Before I give you my jeans, can you give me a towel or something?"
"I'd give you the one I'm holding but as you can see, I'm using it." She smiled and walked into her room and came out holding a pink towel."
"PINK! What the hell! Don't you have any other colors?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, but I thought it would match the shade of your face." She laughed.
"Fine. I get it. This is your way of torturing me. I can live with it." He said and grabbed the towel and marched over to the bathroom. He came out seconds later with a pink towel wrapped around his waist and his jeans in his hands. "Why me? I'm doing this all for a girl I barely even know." He whined cynically.
She just laughed at him and took the jeans that he handed over to her. She emerged minutes later and fully dressed in Chris's attire.
"At least someone looks decent." He said.
"Don't worry Chris. I'll make this up to you."
"No it's alright. I completely enjoy riding around the city in my underwear." He said sarcastically. "By the way, you look good in my clothes." He smiled.
"Thanks, so do you. I mean not now. No, I mean you look good too, but when you're wearing clothes. I mean, no, um, arg! Never mind." Jill was flustered.
"Hey, don't hurt your head over there. I know what you're trying to say. Well, we better go now if we still want to make it to my place." He said and got up from where he was sitting. He opened the door and found his jacket right in front. He picked it up and tossed it to Jill. "Here."
"But it's pretty cold out. You'll need it." She said.
"Yeah, but I don't think it goes with what I'm wearing." He joked.
"Well then, I think you should take off your shoes too." She smiled, while slipping on his jacket and grabbing her bag on the way out. Being in his clothes, she seemed to be drawn by the scent of his cologne and actually enjoying it. He gave her a stink face and they took the elevator down to the lobby. Chris wasn't embarrassed, he just found it funny that people were giving him odd looks and so he responded to them with even odder explanations. Jill was standing behind him, trying to contain her laughter. She didn't know what she was feeling but she seemed to like being around Chris even though he pissed her off to no limit.
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