My dad crushed my computer. With a couch.

Don't ask why, for I'm still trying to figure it out myself... I will type at school on my free time and post when I can, but I can't promise a lot of post till I get a new computer... This isn't really anything new anyway since I'm a little procrastinator :).

disclaimer (because I'm paranoid): I unforchantly ( yay for lazy spelling)do not own Break. Who knows how bad it would be if I did.

Fluff? Maybe... fufufufufu... (By the way, IMPORTANT I think Break might be a little out of character on this one... Mostly because I have been told that he doesn't know how to deal with people crying or something and I haven't really read much of the manga yet so I assumed it might be made up. However, it seemed to fit him and I liked the idea soooo... I figured he'd be OOC anyway trying to deal with someone he likes crying and I tried to add a sleepy Break to that and this was the result, so I'm just going to go with it.)

Hope you enjoy!

Nightmare I

I peeked into the living room where Break was now passed out. I had an extra bedroom ,but he preferred sleeping in there instead since the kitchen which held his nightly snacking treats was attached. I saw him shift underneath the sheets before settling again as I tiptoed inside.

I shouldn't bother him but…

I glanced back to my vacant bedroom and I would've sworn I saw a shadow move. I squeaked quietly and inched closer to the couch.

He would never let me live it down.

At that thought I sucked it up and ran back to my room and dove beneath the covers as if their touch would keep me from harm. I peeped out the covers and surveyed my room watching out for any creepy crawlies or closet monsters lurking in the dark.

A fault of mine happens to be that i have random little paranoia attacks if one couldn't notice by started happening when I was a teenager (I think they rooted from my ability to worry about everything and everyone…), but they rarely ever cause any problems. The worst they ever got was when I thought my car was going to explode when I cranked it. (Don't worry, it didn't) They normally popped up in the middle of the night exactly like this. However, this was the first time it had happened since the sugar-addicted lunatic showed up.

I'll try to go to sleep just one more time.

I closed my eyes tightly trying to sway away the imaginary baddies in the darkness around me, but I snapped my eyes wide open again when I heard another loud noise.

I whimpered as I looked towards my door, and slightly freaked out at the fact that my sight would continually get darker the longer my eyes stayed open. So to avoid it I shut my eyes once more...

I was back in that dark hallway once more shivering annoyed at myself that I got scared enough to get up again. He would probably make fun of me, but I really couldn't take the occasional squeaking in my room anymore. It was literally driving me insane.

"Break?"I whispered. I slowly tiptoed once again into the living room where his covered figure lain. His blanket was pulled up enough to where you could only his white hair could be seen sticking out from underneath the blanket, and I silently wondered how he could sleep so comfortably on the lumpy couch.

"Break?" No answer, "Break I keep hearing noises, please tell me it was you." Still no answer. "Come on, wake up." I squeaked as I reached for the blanket and slowly uncovered it to see his face.

His eye was wide open and terrifyingly colorless. It shown no sign of life, as if its color had drained out. His skin was paler than I had ever seen it been, but his neck gleamed with blood.

I immediately woke up frightened to my core and ran straight to the living room accidentally slamming my bedroom door in the process. Break ,who I must have startled awake, was sitting up looking around half awake. I ran to his side and clinged to his arm glad to see him still alive ,but still unnerved by my dream.

"What is it?" His words were a little slurred.

"I-I don't want to talk about it." I cried quietly. My dream's horrific image was starting to catch up with me and now I was starting to feel quite upset. "Do you mind if I stay in here with you?"A little shocked by my question and my small cry he looked me up and down.

"Jemia what happened?" He bent down more towards my level and wiped a stray tear from my face. "I don't like it when you cry." I shivered for I was still kinda scared and Break responded with hugging me tightly "Oh Jemia… was it a nightmare? What did you see to make you so upset?"

"Can we just watch a crappy movie or something?" I ignored how pathetic I sounded though normally I would be disturbed by it and no doubt I would be beating myself up for it later.

"Ah… sure." He fumbled around without letting go of me till he found the remote. Before he turned on the tv he asked " a horror movie perhaps?"

"Shut up." I mumbled focusing on the conversation instead of my fear. He turned on the Starz network and started flipping through the channels. Just then did I notice that how unruly his hair was sticking out every which way.

He must have been really out of it…

I woke up and felt whatever my head was using as pillow rising and falling. As I slowly began to realize where I was, I breathed in a scent distinctly familiar.

What is it? Hmmm….

My mind drifted back and forth for a minute really not wanting to wake up yet. Then suddenly one thought came to the forefront of my mind.

Oh no…

I jolted up and looked down to see a knocked out Break beneath me.

I'm. Never. Going. To. Hear. The. End. Of. This.

At least he acted as a very nice pillow. A different voice of my mind ( I guess my positive side) mentioned.

"What is wrong with me? Ohhhh…..."

All day I waited. All day.

I waited for the teasing, the taunting, and for Break to exploit the sight he saw me in the night before all day.

Surprisingly, he never said a word about it until I broke down and asked myself.

"You're not going to mess with me about last night?" Break froze in the middle of biting a piece of cheesecake.

"What? Never."

"What do you mean never?" Confused I observed him, but he was (well seemed) completely sincere.

"I could never joke about you crying, Jemia. You heard me, didn't you? I don't like it when you cry."

"Really?" I asked timidly.

"Yes." He then devoured his slice of cheesecake before he started twirling his fork staring at me with a curious look of suspicion.

"What?"

"What made you so upset?"
It took me a moment to answer afraid,for surely this he would make fun of me for. Break picked up on my hesitation immediately.

"I won't laugh."

I twiddled my thumbs, reassured, and answer quietly.

"I found you dead in the living room." I sighed deeply. "Your neck was slit open."

Break's eyes widened. "It bothered you that much?"

"Of course it did!" I half-heartedly yelled surprised he would even ask such a question. "I really thought you were dead and it- it scared me, okay?" Break gave me his stupid grin.

"Awwww Jemia you do love me!~"

"Shut up."

"But, Jemia..!"

"No moron, you've ruined the moment." I walked to the door "I've got to go buy groceries; I'll be back."

"Let me come wi-"

"Bye" I muttered before promptly slamming the door in his face.

(You know, now that I think about it…. Maybe it was my many horrific nightmares as a kid that started up my paranoia attacks… )

I have panic attacks :P Yep I kinda made a part of Jemia a part of myself. Put that in your fun fact box.

I'll make sure to post again at least in the next few years okay? lol Though I'm sure it only be a... month or two...

ANYWAY

Review please? I will love you forever and ever cause I love reading them!
If you do, tell me if you think this image of Break was really cheesy as I thought it was, so I can try and make it better...