A/N: Okay folks, I'm going to let you in on a little secret here, this story was supposed to be a humor/romance fanfic, but as it turns out, there's a lot more drama then intended. The plot's changed so many times I stopped counting and all dramatic events were improvised. So, this story went from being like a comedy to a soap opera. Why, you ask? Well, that's not so easy to explain. You see, this story's chapters (at least the first few) were pre-written, which explains the super fast updating when the story first started. Then my life took a little… twist, you could say, and as a result, the story was changed… a lot. And so, I regret to inform you, that it has in fact, changed SO much that I no longer have any idea of where it's going. What's my point? I forget… oh right, it's basically to tell you that everything from here on is purely improvised, and that updates will probably not be as fast. Why didn't I just say that in the first place? I have no idea; I guess I just like to make you read dribble all the time. Okay then, assuming that you are still reading this, on with the story! Oh, right. Also, there's a lot more (attempted) humor in this chapter (probably not good humor, mind you), because… there just is.
Thanks to all my Reviewers who are the ones who make me want to write this story at all:
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imfromjupiter: Thanks for reviewing! I appreciate the positive commentary (excuse the trying to sound smart-ness). And i know what you're talking about with the laughing at something when it's not funny... I do it all the time. I get a few stares...
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Okay, NOW on with the story. (I just wrote 562 words of Authors notes and answering reviews. Yay for me!)
Chapter Thirteen, AKA: Just Not My Morning
Sunlight streamed into the bright room through a well-placed window, bringing into view the contents of said room. A bed, a table, a desk clattered with papers, and tons of junk strewn across the floor. But let's refocus on the main point here, and that would be the bed. Or, rather, what was on the bed. Lying there, on the bed, were sheets. But under those sheets… was a mattress. Okay, so let me be more specific. In the bed, Over the mattress, Under the sheets, there were what every bed should have, people. And those people lay blissfully unaware of anything and everything that happened, was happening, and will happen, as such is the nature of people who are sleeping.
Garfield rolled over on the bed and stretched, thank goodness it was Saturday, he couldn't have gotten up if he had wanted to. He felt like he had gotten run over with a truck… but in a good way. Reaching out a hand, he laid it flat, palm down on… something. Garfield sat up instantly and looked over and… tried not to pass out. Okay, I don't know what's going on here but… His eyes lit up with an idea, carefully, he lifted the covers of the bed and silently cheered, I'm dressed! Well, mostly…and she'd dressed too, somewhat. Beastboy, you dog you…He thought to himself, grinning. So, if he wasn't naked (mostly), and she wasn't naked (mostly), what exactly happened here? He glanced over at her; sleeping peacefully… he could always ask when she woke up. Until then, a little more sleep couldn't hurt.
Rachel awoke to the incessant pounding of her head. Jeez, was it loud. It felt like her heart was drumming in her ears, like her blood was pounding against her skull in an effort to get out. She sat up wearily, opening her eyes to the bright sunlight that flooded in through the bedroom window… Wait, bedroom window? She looked next to her and the color drained from her face. That couldn't be good. What had happened exactly? More importantly (at the moment, at least) what was that pounding? Sure, her head hurt, but it sounded like someone was pounding nails into a board or… pounding their fists against the door. VICTOR! Duh…Why would he come so early? She got up and made her way to the door, avoiding the messes on the floor. He needed a maid… or a miracle.
"WHAT?" Rachel asked irritably. Victor stumbled back from the door and nearly tripped over his feet.
"Uh…" he stared at her for a second before blushing and turning around. She raised an eyebrow at him, why would he… be… blushing… Her jaw dropped, and reluctantly she gazed down at herself and… screamed so loud Victor swore his hearing was permanently damaged, the residents of Gotham city felt sorry for the poor girl who was getting murdered, and of course, Garfield woke up. Well, it was more like waking up, falling off the bed, hitting his head on the desk, bumping his knee on the edge of a table, landing in a pile of dirty radio-active socks, and crawling out of the room to see what the commotion was.
Garfield stumbled into the room, causing several random objects to fall off tables and fall on the floor; it just wasn't his morning. And then, of course, Rachel is fuming mad, looking like a tomato that had been painted an even brighter shade of red, and was now screaming at him so loud he couldn't hear what she was saying to his still half asleep mind.
"Garfield… and if you… how did this… what happened to…" He clutched his head, only able to comprehend little fragments of her sentences. And suddenly he glanced up to look her in the face, and things made more sense now. Victor was trying not to stare at the scene and laugh, and Rachel was… not wearing pants or a shirt, and was currently left in a bra and underwear standing in front of the door. Ohhh… hmmm… maybe I should get her some clothes. (Author: Smart thinking, Garfield) At this point in time, he left to fetch some clothes for her, leaving her standing there feeling stupid, to say the least.
But, of course something was bound to go wrong. After all, how could you expect him to have girl's clothes at his house for no reason? Getting her old clothes would probably be best, but… he looked around the room, all the clothes were gone! How is that possible you ask? You might want to ask that pile of glowing… something in the corner, eating all the clothes. Checking his closet (the only clean place in his bedroom) he found that he only had two 'outfits'. A green T-Shirt, a black long sleeve shirt, two pairs of boxers, and one pair of pants… hmm… he didn't think she would want to share a pair of pants with him. Sighing, he grabbed his remaining clothes and walked back to Rachel, waiting for the inevitable beating that was to come.
At least she's stopped yelling… Rachel snatched the black shirt from his hands and slipped it on before reaching for the next article of clothing.
"…Garfield…" he gave her a shaky grin. You know, the kind of please-don't-kill-me-and-I'll-love-you-forever kind of grin? Of course you do.
"Okay, Garfield. I want you to look at the clothing that's in your hands right now. What do you see?"
"Um… I see a shirt, two pairs of boxers, and pants." Rachel feigned a look of shock.
"That's right! Now, tell me what you're going to wear today?"
"A shirt, boxers, and pants!" He said, for some odd reason looking quite proud of himself.
"Good job, Garfield! Now, last question, what does that leave me wearing?" She asked, a falsely sweet smile on her face.
"A shirt and boxers…" Oh.
"You're a quick one aren't you?" She asked sarcastically.
"…I thought you said that was the last question?" He said, generally confused.
"Yeah? Well guess what? I… LIED!" She screamed, smacking him upside the head, grabbing the boxers and storming back into the bedroom to search for clothes and… destroy the cloth-eating monster apparently, as it's screams were heard throughout the apartment complex accompanied with violent screams of "Die damn you, die!" and "He thinks he can send me out of here in Boxers and a shirt?" And also "I thought he was supposed to be my teacher, not the other way around!"
With a sigh, Garfield turned and plopped down on the couch (after he put his clothes on). As if noticing Victor for the first time, he turned and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Women." Garfield said.
"I HEARD THAT!" He cringed, how could she be so loud? Victor looked at the scene carefully, Garfield and Rachel come in almost naked, something about cloth-eating monsters, missing clothing, and blood curdling screams.
"WELL!" He said loudly, "LOOKS LIKE MY WORK IS DONE!" And with that, he calmly walked out the door before sprinting to the elevator. Garfield sighed and leaned against the window, only to regret it an instant later when Victor's echoing and deafening (and a little girly) scream of "WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL DID I JUST SEE?" Made its way through the air and into his ears with unnecessary force. And he thought Rachel was loud.
Rachel stepped out of the bedroom quietly, looking much calmer than before.
"Where's Victor?" Garfield took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I have no idea." They both shrugged and Rachel sat on the couch next to him, feeling slightly awkward.
"So… What are we going to do?" She asked.
"About what?" His eyes drooped until they were almost closed; apparently waking him up by screaming hadn't been the best idea.
"About the purple dinosaur that's slowly devouring our city."
"Oh, I called pest control about that yesterday."
"…Right…" She looked over at him, his head had fallen back and he was making strange… noises. And the drool, can't forget that…
"GARFIELD!"
"I'm up, I swear!" He yelled, nearly jumping out of his skin.
"…Right, well, what are we going to do?"
"About the dinosaur?"
"…NO YOU IDIOT! About our 'relationship', it might be getting out of hand here." Out of hand? What was that supposed to mean?
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Garfield, what about your job? What about my dad? What about Terra?"
He frowned slightly, what was he supposed to say?
"I know I don't want to break up just because you're younger than me, maybe I can get a new job. I'm over Terra, I told you that. And your dad… we could sue him?"
"Yeah, and he won't sue right back for sleeping with me…" Garfield grinned to himself.
"Don't look so smug Mr. Logan, it's not like we really did anything anyway." His grin disappeared quickly enough to satisfy her. "I don't exactly want to break up with you either, but what are we going to do?"
"What can we do?" Garfield asked. "We could always just… hide it until you graduate. I mean, it's only one semester, right?" Rachel nodded at him.
"I suppose so… but if things get out of hand, we're going to have to come up with a better plan than just hiding, and what are we going to do if someone finds out, Garfield?"
"…"
"Garfield? Gar? Beast Boy?" She glanced at the man sitting next to her, or should I say sleeping?
Oh well, we can talk about it later Rachel thought to herself. A few more hours of sleep couldn't hurt, even if it was eleven o'clock. She leaned back into the comfortable couch, letting her head fall back and her hair fall over her face. Maybe falling in love with him wouldn't be so bad… Psh, what am I thinking? Richard would have to walk in to a wall before I fell in love again. Somewhere across town, a short, spiky haired teen named Richard had a very sore head.
A/N: Sorry about it being so short, but it's better to have short chapters than typing some random stuff that doesn't fit at all so I can make it longer. Like I said, I don't have a complete idea of where it's going, so the chapters will probably be no longer than 2000 words. Sorry again, but at least that makes updates a little bit faster. Bleh, and I have exams too…