Authors Notes:lolz. I love this chapter. It's great. Even though re-reading it just make me think I was crazy. XD Anyways, I hope you guys and gals like the story so far! :)
"No," was my flat reply. No way in hell.
Orochimaru simply sighed and asked calmly,"Well then, Jiraiya, what do you suppose we do? I'm not going to sleep on the floor and you won't either. Seeing as there's only one bed in this room it's really our only option." I just glared. I knew quite well that my options right now were limited. Knowing Orochimaru he really would force me out of bed before he slept on the floor.
You see there were really only two main problems I had with sharing a bed with Orochimaru. One, I had been having weird dreams about him and it probably wouldn't help to have him sleeping right next to me. Second, my bed was small. Like, twin bed small. We would basically be squashed together just to fit on it. I didn't want that kind of contact, especially with the whole 'Orochimaru-might-actually-be-cold-blooded' thing. I think the guys average body temperature is around five degrees and he doesn't wear a shirt to sleep. The again neither do I...
We hadn't said much to each other since we found out we were being forced to share a room, probably because when I got back to the room I found my cell phone inbox filled with calls from my mom asking if I was okay (she heard about the fire listening to the news), and I spent three hours trying to convince her that I was fine. Then the power on my phone ran out and I nearly yelled in victory.
Orochimarus' room had been completely trashed in the fire while mine was completely fine. How that happened with our rooms right next to each other I have no idea.
The argument over sleeping arrangements continued for a few minutes before I came up with an idea that just might let me keep my bed without having to sleep pressed against the human ice-pack.
"Okay... Fine... Whatever... Just don't try anything with me because I'll seriously kick your ass," I said in annoyed tone, crawling into the annoyingly small bed, facing the wall. Sure enough Orochimaru slithered in right beside me and I nearly had a heart attack when I felt his cold back hit mine. Maybe I'd freeze to death before I got the chance to actually put my plan into action...
As time went on, though, it almost started to feel nice. My room had always been as hot as the freaking sun and Orochimaru was a pretty effective cooling system. Ignoring the fact I liked having him next to me, which I still am in slight denial about, I decided to put my plan to action. I smirked to myself and asked,"So, Orochimaru, are you really part snake or do you just sit in a tub of ice in an attempt to freeze me to death?" I was expecting him to reply with some annoyed, sarcastic hiss or something like that. That isn't what I got.
He rolled over, pressing his bare chest against my back and put a freezing hand right on my neck,"Well now, Jiraiya. Why ever would I want you to freeze to death?" I could tell me was laughing. This wasn't working. My plan had been to annoy him until he just went crazy and left.
I tried rude comments about everything from his bright gold eyes, to how girly he looked, to the weird ass purple markings around his eyes. I stopped after that because all I got a long story about some freakish mix-up involving falling asleep in a really stupid place and a very near-sighted permanent make-up tattoo artist.
By now I was really fucking tired and my plan wasn't working at all. I just kind of gave up on trying to annoy him when I finally thought of a plan-B. I grinned and did the only logical thing to do in a situation like this.
I kicked Orochimaru, waiting to hear him thud against the floor.
That's not what happened. Instead of falling to the floor like I wanted him to, he grabbed my arm, in some desperate attempt to not fall off the bed, and pulled me down with him onto the floor.
My heart completely stopped. I had landed on top of him. My head had fallen further then it should have, smashing our lips together in a very awkward and and short-lived kiss.
My eyes widened in shock and I quickly pulled away, jumping off him. He just stayed on the floor, an unreadable expression on his face. I was trying desperately to think of something logical, maybe something to say or do. Nothing came to mind. All I could think about was how nice it had felt to have his soft, cold lips against mine... and how I wanted to just crawl over and kiss him again. What the hell was wrong with me?
Orochimaru finally snapped out of his little coma and looked over to me, saying in an odd sounding tone,"Ummmm... Let's forget that just happened..." I almost felt hurt for a second before I snapped myself out of it. I did not like him. I didn't. I couldn't...
Sadly that isn't what the rest of me said. The fact that my heart was still racing and the weird pain pointed to another conclusion about my feelings for Orochimaru altogether...
I just drove it out of my mind, determined not to let anything get to me, and just nodded at Orochimaru, crawling back into bed. I knew I would try my best to forget that happened. I also knew I wouldn't do a good job because my brain had a tendency to disobey me and I was just unlucky like that.
Pretty soon Orochimaru was back in bed, his back pressed against mine, and I could tell he was sleeping. I, being the easy sleeper I am, fell asleep pretty soon afterwards. Then I started dreaming...
The setting wasn't the same as my other dreams. I was in the middle of a huge room that looked oddly similar to a church. There was also a cross on the wall and... Oh I guess it is a church. Dude, I don't even go to church... There were also a lot of flowers and shit everywhere and it looked strangely like the wedding my mom dragged me to a few summers ago. I turned to my right and there were rows of people sitting in benches wearing formal outfits. All of them completely faceless. That creeped me out. I then turned to my left and saw a preacher. Wait if I was in front of everyone and this was a wedding... I snapped my head to look straight forward. There was a girl in a long white wedding dress and a veil that cleverly hid her face completely. From what I could see she was pretty flat chested but good looking none the less. Then she started to lift the veil back over her head so that I could see her face. I nearly screamed. It wasn't a beautiful girl but Orochimaru, bright golden eyes staring back at me and a wide smile across his face...
My eyes shot open and I sat up harshly, screaming. That was the scariest nightmare I had ever had!
I heard someone groan beside me and a very angry voice hiss,"Why the fuck are you screaming and waking me up at two in the morning!?"
I nearly screamed again but apparently Orochimaru had seen me take a deep breath because his hand was over my mouth in a second, effectively stopping me from screaming before I could make a sound. He had sat up next to me, looking like he could seriously kill me, and hissed,"If you won't scream again I'll take my hand off your mouth. Will you stay quiet?" I nodded and he pulled his hand away.
He just let out a sigh and asked calmly,"Do I even want to know what it is you were dreaming of?" I shook my head and he just stayed quiet for a while before asking,"Are you going to go back to sleep now or are you going to be acting weird for a while?"
I didn't know the answer to that question and I didn't really want to talk. I was still completely creeped out. Then again anyone would be seeing Orochimaru in a wedding dress... But I had said he was pretty...
That's when the logical part of my mind kicked in and said bluntly,'Jiraiya, Just stop. You are losing your fucking mind.' I didn't care much for that part of my brain, though, because it didn't help with the current situation at all.
Eventually Orochimaru got tired of waiting for an answer and said flatly,"I'm going back to sleep. If you wake me up one more time before seven I can guarantee you will regret it." And I probably would. The guy was crazy he could probably come up with some pretty decently horrible shit to do to me.
With that lovely warning he laid back down and buried his face in the pillow. I had to admit he was pretty, whether it was a sane thing to think or not. I almost wanted to reach over and run a hand through his hair.
Why was I thinking like that? I mean it's not like I actually...
Oh my god.
I fell back onto the bed and just stared at the ceiling trying to process the unsettling revelation I had just come to. I might actually have fallen in love with Orochimaru...