Another chapter! Short one though! Enjoy! And again, I don't own Durarara! Just Cecile. I wish I owned drrr! though.

We stared at eachother, for the longest time. I knew both of us were deep in thought. Well, at least, I know he was. I had nothing to say. He cleared his throat, jumping back to reality he realized he'd left to think about things, "Well, you can sleep over in that room. It's an extra guest room, apparently; For emergencies. Eh, I don't even get my own apartment! Ahahah!" He pointed to a room, still laughing at himself.
"You're so weird, Izaya." I said, through a giggle.

He laughed. "Isn't that a good quality? Just means I'm unique. And so are you. Your laugh is adorable, too. I couldn't tell whether he was making fun of me, or giving me a compliment.

"Liar." I smacked him lightly on the back.

Izaya laughed, lifting his arms in the air and putting them straight down as if bowing. "Please! Spare me!" Then turning into a grin, He teased, "Good night then, Cecile-chaaaan."

I rolled my eyes at his use of my name, and tried to fight fire with fire, (jokingly of course.) "Good night, Izaya-kuuuun." He tried not to laugh at me but he failed. He was almost rolling on the floor as he walked to his bedroom.
I went to the guest room, proclaiming that it was now officialy my room. If I could call it that. I hopped into bed and closed my eyes, smiling.I hadn't felt like this in a long time. It was the very first time of many years that I had actually felt anything at all.