Hey it's Auxilya!
Thank you to the people who reviewed my first chapter !![Unlike those who just faved it and didn't review..That hurts my feelings D:]
I think I'll dedicate this chapter to those who actually love me and reviewed.
Thank you Rusts for being my awesomo beta. I think I'd have a very messy story if it weren't for you! [You still owe me starbursts ya betch! =D]
Well she kinda bailed out on me at 12 something am. So I guess this chapter is not beta-ed. Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors or weird sounding sentences!
Oh and kudos to El Pequeno for helping me come up with the summary ...YAY!
Well, here it goes....
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Next To Nothing: Chapter Two
It was already morning and Jill was laying on her bed with her face against her pillow. She groaned and silently screamed against the soft cushion .She had only managed to get around 4 hours of sleep. 'And it's all his fault!!!' The feeling of his body against hers left such a deep impact on her body that she restlessly tousled around her mattress for hours. Sitting up, Jill squealed in aggravation as she messed up her long blonde hair in frustration. Just what exactly was he thinking? The man was crazy! She could never understand what was going through that brain of his. Maybe he spent a bit too much time at the gym. 'I think a little jog outside will clear my head.'
In ten minutes she was already in dark blue sweat pants and a matching sweater with her i-Pod earphones dangling from the collar. Carefully opening the door, she crept into the hall making sure not to make any unnecessary noise that would wake the sleeping devil. Once she was out of the flat, Jill let out a sigh of relief. She hoped he'd still be sleeping by the time she got back.
When she entered the park, there was a scarce amount of people and she was thankful. There was always guys who tried picking her up and it annoyed her to the maximum. Chris would usually be there and act like she was his possession and he dared them to come any closer to her. He would always wrap an arm greedily around her waist and hold her close. Once the idiots scurried away he'd let go and pretend like none of it actually meant anything to him. Not once did he consider how she may have felt. 'Get a grip Jill! He's just playing with you. Keep in mind how many lady friends he has.' Shaking the thought out of her head, she started to pick up her pace until she was practically running. She ran until her lungs were burning her insides. Soon enough, her legs were starting to get tired, but she kept going till sweat drenched her clothes. After a couple more rounds around the park, she decided it was enough and so she ran towards the bench that she passed by so many times and took a seat by a man who was busy reading a newspaper.
Jill sat there for a couple of minutes catching her breath. She jumped a bit feeling her cellular vibrate in her pocket. Reaching into her pocket she flipped it open and brought it to her ear, She already knew who was on the line. "What do you want Chris?"
"Jill." Chris ground out. She felt the hair on her skin stand on end hearing his deep husky voice. "Where are you?" He wasn't really asking where she was, it was more of a demand to know.
"Well I'm-"
"Jill?" The man beside her asked in surprise. Turning her head to the voice's direction she instantly smiled seeing a familiar face from years ago. "I gotta go now Chris. Bye." She said hurriedly and shut her cell so that he wouldn't get ideas and get angry at her later, "Carlos? I haven't seen you in so long!"
Carlos grinned from ear to ear dropping the newspaper and engulfed her into a friendly embrace, "Wow Jill. Nice hair you got going there."
Jill chuckled, "Thank Wesker for it. I don't really like it. That bastard can burn in hell." She grimaced, running a hand through her ponytail. 'But Chris does.' Her eyes widened realizing what she had just thought. "Anyways, what have you been up to lately?"
"Well..." He started happily.
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Meanwhile....
Chris stared at his blackberry in disbelief as the dial tone beeped quietly. Who the hell was that man she was with. He sounded like a fucking foreign bastard. And what was he to Jill if she had the nerve to hang up on him? He didn't even get to find out where she was so he could drag her back home and keep her in the safe vicinity of their flat and away from other men. 'God help that woman when she gets back.' He sneered, throwing his blackberry on his bed and walked into the bathroom across from his door to get himself cleaned up and calmed down.
Splashing cold water on his face, he recalled what happened not too long ago and he felt his blood boil. When he got up to take a piss earlier, he noticed Jill's door was wide open as he passed by. Curious, he went to see if she left it open for him on purpose. But to his surprise, her room was empty. Running to his room he called her up, angry as hell that she didn't tell him where she went off to. When she finally answered her cell, he just had to know what she was doing. "Jill. Where are you?"
"Well I'm-" She started, but then she was cut short when a male voice beside her called her name out. He had felt all the blood course through his veins at full speed when she mumbled a goodbye and hung up on him in a panic.
He looked up from the sink and saw that his face was pale and distressed through the reflection of the mirror. 'You gotta calm down Redfield.' Chris wiped his face and threw the towel aside. 'She can do whatever she wants. No need to become obsessive.'
Chris tried to take his mind off Jill by cooking breakfast for himself. It was 10:49 am and he was hungry as hell. In an hour he managed to prepare himself French toast, a couple of pancakes and waffles with some fruits on a plate. The bright yellow banana on a platter caught his attention and brought his mind back to the blonde vixen who lived with him. He imagined himself feeding her this banana with his mouth and touching her in places where no one has ever ventured to. Her clothes would be everywhere; her lipstick would be smeared across her face, all over his skin, and maybe he'd be lucky to have a ring of her lipstick around his-
He snapped out of his fantasy hearing the doorbell go off. Cursing to himself, Chris made his way to the door and prayed to god that the fucking Eiffel tower underneath his silk boxers wouldn't be seen. When he opened the door he was ready to get angry, but felt his voice get stuck in his throat seeing a rather tan man with just-above-the-shoulder brown hair, standing beside a very sweaty Jill Valentine. "Who're you?" He asked accusingly. 'He's that fucking guy!'
"Carlos Oliveira." Carlos extended a hand towards him, smiling.
"Cool." Chris turned his back to them and walked away quickly to go eat his breakfast. He didn't even bother to introduce himself to him.
Carlos's smile faltered as he sent a confused look to Jill. "That's Chris, my partner, I share the flat with him." She explained then exclaimed, "and he's a total ass too!" She made sure that he heard her. The sound of cutlery being slammed onto the table was heard from the kitchen and she sent him a smug look as he sped past them and slammed the door of his room loudly.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Carlos fidgeted around with the bottom of his shirt. "Uhh...Are you guys always like this...?"
"Sometimes. He's just being a big baby right now." Jill glared daggers at his door and hoped it would reach him. "Well do you want to watch a bit of T.V and chat?"
"Sure thing. Sorry again for intruding." He said meekly as she led him to where the living room was.
"It's no problem really. I'm happy to have you here." She smiled sincerely.
Carlos opened his mouth to say something back, but the floor rumbled as heavy bass beat rave music played absurdly loud from Chris's room. Having none of his immatureness, Jill stomped towards Chris's bedroom. "Feel free to watch some T.V while I set the man straight. I'll be right back."
Jill swung his door open and slammed it shut behind her after she had stepped in. "Turn it off!" The beat was pounding heavily against her ear drums.
Chris didn't reply as he stared at her from where he was sitting. He sat on the edge of his bed, clutching the sheets tightly as his flexed arms shook. It looked like the fabric was going to rip at any second. "Did you hear me?!" She cried out frustratingly. She couldn't even hear her own voice through the music. "You're a fucking bastard!!" Jill took off her sweater and scrunched it up into a ball. When she hurled it at him, he didn't even move from his spot. He just continued to stare at her with a dark look in his blue eyes.
"Yes I hear you!" Chris said out loud and Jill read his lips. He got up and walked full speed towards her.
It all happened in a blur, the next thing she knew was that she was slammed against the wall, his hand holding her leg up and around his waist. His other hand had both her hands locked under his larger ones in a vice like grip.
When he pressed his lips onto her ear, she heard him clearly.
"I don't like sharing."
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DONEEE!!!
OMG It's 1:13 am as I write this sentence.
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-Auxilya