Dark Cloud 2 Fanfic
Chapter 3: To Sleep, is to Dream----By The Several
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Max and Monica were getting ready for bed. Max gave Monica her own room in his house for her to sleep in. They greeted each other goodnight, and went inside their rooms.
But in the middle of the night, Monica went to the kitchen for a drink. When she tried to get back to her room, she couldn't remember the way. She wandered around the hallways for several minutes, but she couldn't find it. After a few more minutes of searching inside Max's house (it's more of a mansion actually), she bumped into Max around a curve.
"Monica, what are you doing, wandering around the hallway?" Max asked her.
"Max, am I glad to see you! I went to your kitchen for a drink, but now I can't find the room you gave me! Your house is too darn big."
"Oh," Max laughed. "Sorry 'bout that. Here, I'll lead you to the way."
"Can't I have a bed somewhere close? I don't really like sleeping far away from everybody else." Monica requested.
Max thought for a minute, and then said, "Okay, follow me." Max began to lead her. "Why don't we just sleep in the same room? I know a room where there are two beds."
Monica became red. In the same room? she asked herself. "Uh…. sure!" she said hesitatingly. She then followed Max to where the room was located.
Indeed, it did have two beds. They were both the same size, and they were almost connected to each other, only being separated by a small table.
"Pick any bed you want. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to change," said Max, who then enters the bathroom.
As he does, Monica blushes at the thought of them both at the same room. She covers her red face, and slaps herself. Get a grip, Monica! she tells herself. Remember, he already likes Claire. But even though she knew this, she also thinks that Max kind of likes her. She manages to calm down, and she also began to change.
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She had just finished changing when Max came out. And as he does, Monica couldn't help but giggle. He was wearing pajamas with cute little bears all over them.
"Max, what are you wearing?" she asked as she holds her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
Max replied, "You like it? It's the last remembrance I got from my mother."
At that instant, she instantly stops from giggling. Nice going, Monica. Now you look like a jerk..., she thought. "Oh… Sorry, I was actually—"
"No, I'm the one who needs to apologize," Max interrupts. "I still have a mother and father, but you…"
He stops. He need not say anymore. She knows what he means. She tightens her fist hard and harder, as to stop the pain from going in further into her heart.
She pitied him, but all along, she was the one that needed pitying, and he does pity her.
They were both silent for a moment, when Max decided to change the subject. "Uh… What about you? What are you wearing?" Max asked. She was wearing some kind of nightgown-pajama combination. Max couldn't help but blush at the sight of it.
Monica recovered from her thoughts, and quickly covered herself with the bed's comforter. "M-Max, you aren't supposed to look at a girl's bed wear!"
"O-Oh! Sorry!" Max clumsily exclaimed. He lied down and replied to her, "Uh, I'm going to sleep now."
Monica just looked at him as he was lying down on his bed. He was just trying to make me comfortable… Make me feel like I still had a family…
And with that, she smiled, and lied down too. Max closed the lights, and they both tried to sleep.
To be continued…