Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long to be put up. There were finals, reviews for finals, donuts... You know, the works. And many many more things that make my life interesting. So here you go!

I don't own DDR. I do own all of the characters and the idea for this fanfiction. Amazingly, my favorite character right now is Thomas. Review and tell me what YOUR favorite character is! Please!

Chapter 9

Lily awoke slowly, opening her eyes and shielding them from the assaulting sunlight that streamed in through curtains. Curtains that were not her own... She bolted upright, almost immediately regretting her actions as a wave of dizziness washed over her. She steadied herself and looked around her. She was in Brendan's room. In Brendan's bed.

The events of the night before swam back into her mind and she groaned. Everything was a little fuzzy, but she remembered most of it. Him walking her to his car, taking her to his apartment, tucking her in on the couch... How did she wind up here? Running her hand through her hair, she threw the covers off of herself and stood up, stretching. Brendan was in for it.

Looking down at her clothes, she noticed the wrinkles all over and frowned. Sleeping in her clothes wasn't something she should have done. Especially in these. Figuring she might as well steal some of his, she walked over to his dresser and drew open the second drawer, well aware of what the first would contain. Shifting through his clothes, she found a long sleeved shirt that she liked, slipping out of her skirt and pulling off her top as well, quickly putting on his. Pulling open the drawer underneath the one she stole the shirt from, she found a few pairs of jeans, none of which would fit her.

Sighing, she fixed the shirt so that it covered her like a dress, albeit a very short one, picking her clothes up from the floor and opening his bedroom door, sticking her head out. Peeking down the hallway, she didn't see him and walked out, holding her clothes to her chest.

"Brendan?" Lily approached the kitchen, staring over the counter. Suddenly he popped up, holding a pan. He froze immediately and she blushed as he looked her over. He hadn't bothered getting dressed yet and wasn't wearing a shirt, not that she did mind. He looked good without a shirt on. Looking away, she held out her clothes. "I need you to iron these."

"K, want me to do that before or after I make breakfast?" Brendan took them from her, motioning to the eggs, bacon and sausage links that were set out on the counter.

"I'll make breakfast if you iron." Lily offered, shrugging. "Get more things done."

"Alright, uh... Everything you need's right here and I assume you know how to work a stove top." He watched her walk around and take the pan from him, nodding.

"Thank you. I'll try not to burn it too badly." She grinned, winking at him and then immediately blushing. He smiled at her before leaving the kitchen and dropping her clothes on the couch, grabbing his ironing board from his laundry closet type thing along with his iron. He set it up as Liily mixed up the eggs, remembering that Brendan liked them scrambled.

Brendan on the other hand tried to appear busy, stealing glances at her as often as possible. Who could blame him? She was wearing one of his shirts, which looked far better on her than it did him, especially when it was paired with no pants. He caught her looking at him a few times, she had blushed and looked away each time their eyes met. He smiled warmly when he saw she was making scrambled eggs. She remembered.

The phone rang and Brendan set down the iron properly, heading over to his cordless and picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey dude! Where'd you go last night? Why'd Lily look so uh..."

Holding up his finger to Lily, he went into his room, making sure she couldn't hear.

"Hey Thomas, yeah... Lily got a little smashed last night. I had to take her home."

"K, wanna come over or go to IHOP for breakfast? Wanna tell you about this chick I met last night. Dude, she's hot AND knows who Master Chief is.."

"I can't, Lily's cooking breakfast right now and I can't take her home til I'm done ironing her clothes and I can get my shirt back from her."

"...What? Why's Lily cooking breakfast? Why are you ironing? Why's she in your shirt? ...DID YOU GUYS DO IT? AGAIN? I swear to God, Brendan..."

"NO! She slept in her clothes, they're wrinkled, she's wearing one of my shirts until I'm done ironing them and while I'm ironing them, she's cooking breakfast because we're hungry. That's what happens in the morning. Are you hungry, Thomas? I bet you are. Did you get laid last night, Thomas? I bet you didn't. So."

"Hey, shut the hell up, man. I could've."

"And you didn't because...?"

"...I didn't want to. She was uh... Not hot."

"Sure. Anyway, we gotta stop by later because we left our jackets, then I can take her home. Are you coming to New York with us for the tournament?"

"Oh, I see how it is, you dump me and Caleb here all by ourselves so you can take your drunk ex girlfriend to your house and 'not have sex' with her, but then when you realize your precious little coats are here, you call me up whining and complaining about being so cold and alone."

"Dude, you called me. What the hell is your problem?"

He heard mumbling on the phone, Caleb's voice, then Thomas's replying, "I'm not gonna tell him about that! He'll make fun of me!" Then fuzzy sounds as the phone was being pulled back and forth, finally Caleb's smiling voice was there.

"Ok, so last night, Thomas is losing at Halo and he chunks his controller at the wall, being the dumbass that he is and forgetting about gravity. The controller bounces off the wall and hits him in the face. His eye's all messed up and to make him feel better, I gave him a pirate eye patch, which he liked, but is still being a little whiny bitch from the pain." Caleb reported, laughing while Thomas obviously tried to get the phone back.

Just then, Lily's head popped inside, "Food's ready, when you're done on that."

Brendan nodded to her and watched her disappear again then spoke, "Caleb, gotta go eat and finish with clothes. I'll be over with Lily in an hour or so, ok?"

"Alright, see you then."

He hung up and put the phone back on the charger, running his hand through his hair and walking back into the living room. Lily sat on the smaller couch, plate in her lap, eating a piece of bacon. His plate sat on the counter, with a little syrup on the side, just like he liked it. She remembered everything. He wondered if she remembered what had happened the night before, in his bed. She'd been so warm, so perfect, up against him again...

Brendan sat on the larger couch and several moments passed in silence as they ate. Lily finished first and brought the plate back into the kitchen, putting it into the sink and rinsing it off with water.

"Want me to finish ironing while you eat?" Lily inquired, coming back into the living room and motioning to the ironing board with the still hot iron on top. Brendan nodded and she went over to it, starting back on it. More silence ensued, Lily not really noticing as she worked on her clothes.

"I'm surprised you haven't killed me this morning for not taking your back to your house last night." Brendan said as he finished his plate.

"I contemplated it, but my head hurts too much." She shrugged, smiling at him playfully.

"Want some Advil or something?" He moved into the kitchen, putting his plate and fork in the sink and opening a cabinet, looking for his medicine.

"Um, sure. If you really want me to feel good enough to kill you." She set the iron down, following him back into the kitchen.

"Well, it wouldn't be the same without you threatening me or yelling at me every 6 seconds." Brendan grinned, pulling down a bottle and handing it to her before getting a glass and pouring some water into it. He traded the glass for the now opened bottle of Advil and put that away as she took them, drinking first before putting the pills in her mouth, as she always did.

"So, when are you taking me home?" Lily asked as she set the glass down and returned to the ironing board, nearly done with the skirt, the shirt already finished.

"Uh, well... We have to drop by Thomas's first to grab our jackets, we kinda left them there, and then I'll take you home, I guess." He shrugged, pouring the cup out and setting it in the sink.

"Ok, um... I have to take a shower first, so is it ok if I do that after or before you or what?" She asked, finishing the skirt and setting it aside before unplugging the iron.

"Well, my door's kinda not good... The lock's a little broken, so you'll have to prop something by it or whatever. You can take one first, I guess. I'll do the dishes then pick up a bit around here." He replied, resting his hands on the counter.

Lily nodded, picking up her now folded clothing, "I'll go take a shower, then. Try not to peek, please. I'll kill you."

"Hey, I'm sure. Just let me know, will you come and kill me right then, while you're naked, or wait until you're dressed to do so?" Brendan grinned at her, looking her up and down.

She glared at him, huffing and hurrying down the hallway, trying to slam the bathroom door behind her. Since it was broken, it just bounced back open, making her cry out in frustration. He laughed before leaning over the counter and looking down the hallway to see her pushing the door shut over and over again, then it didn't open. She must've jammed it with her shirt or something. He shrugged and went into the living room, folding up the ironing board and putting it away along with the iron. He heard the shower come on and headed into the kitchen to do the dishes.

A few minutes later he had finished and he went into his room, picking out a shirt and jeans to wear along with boxers, setting them next to his computer before sitting down at it, shaking the mouse to wake it up. There was no e-mail for him and no one of interest was currently online, so he put his computer back into sleep mode and stood up, stretching. Going into the living room, he plopped onto a couch and sighed softly, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, he heard the water in his bathroom turn off and then Lily leave, hurrying down the hallway into his room, closing the door behind her. Sitting up, he made his way down the hallway into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and jamming it shut with his shirt after removing it.

Standing near the shower, he looked over the waterdrops on the walls and sighed to himself, turning the water to cold. What that girl did to him, just by taking a shower in his bathroom... He'd just have to get used to very cool showers from now on.