Is he here yet?

"I think I'm dying." Killian moaned from the sofa. She looked up from her laptop on the opposite chair, raising a brow. It was the first weekend after classes had started and they were both camped out in the living room doing some studying. Belle had a book to read for a discussion and from what she could tell from the scattered papers everywhere, her roommate was doing math.

Or at least he was at one point. Apparently now he's dying.

"This is going to be the death of me." He complained louder. "You won't have to worry about being judged about living with me because I'll soon be dead." He assured her with a nod.

It had been days since Gaston had met Killian and while things seemed to be getting better with her and Gaston, she'd insisted on not changing the current living conditions until the lease was up at the end of the year. Gaston was acepting it, but not happily. Belle figured it was easiest to just not bring him up again.

But while living with Killian was no longer a problem with Gaston, she was now learning bits about the ins and outs of living with the most over dramatic person she's ever met. And that was saying something when Ruby thought wearing the same dress as a girl she hated constituted a 911 call.

Belle debated humoring him or ignoring him.

Belle tried option two.

"But then you'll have to explain my rotting corpse, I might start to smell." He added. "I hear fabreeze is a good way to get rid of rotting smell." Killian stopped to think about it. "But I don't know how you'll get the stain out, does decomposition leave a stain?"

Belle went for option one, just to see what was making her roommate so melodramatic and to get him to stop describing the process of which he'll decompse so she can finish reading her book.

"What's wrong Killian?" She said sweetly, making it blatantly obvious how much she cared at this moment (which was not at all).

"Don't mock me on my death bed lass." He sighed. "But if you must know…"

"Actually no. Change my mind." She said quickly, catching that glint in his eye. It was going to be stupid, like really stupid. She could tell. She was developing a keen sense of when Killian was about to be stupid.

(Aka, all the time)

"I'm starving and my food is torturing me." He explained, showing her his phone screen. She squinted to read it.

'Your order is being processed!' was written in big multicolored letter with an animated smiley face looking as if it enjoyed the suffering of starving college kids. She knew this as a fact from all the times she and Ruby waited around for pizza; or Chinese they used to order last semester.

"I understand completely." She said in mock seriousness. "What can I do to make your passing easier?" She asked.

"I have this essay that needs review-"

"No."

"Tea? Would you make me a cup of tea? That Strawberry one?" He pleaded.

"How do you know I have a strawberry tea?" She asked. She'd yet to make it.

He averted his gaze. "Do you? That was just a guess." He corrected. Belle rolled her eyes. Apparently Tea theft was going to be a thing with them.

"Fine." She got up and started her water boiling, which would take about 10 minutes. It was not worth starting a thing.

"It moved! The bar moved!" He exclaimed excitedly. "My order is now being prepared!"

Belle rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you two will be very happy together." She said with a chuckle. "What did you order?"

"Pizza." He declared proudly, "Extra cheese, with some bacon on it." He said proudly.

Belle chuckled. "Good choice." She assured him. "Ruby and I always got take out." It was the only food they always agreed on.

"I feel like I haven't eaten in days." He moaned.

"I saw you inhale a box of cereal." She reminded him.

"Days!"

"Like 2 hours ago." Killian rolled his eyes. "Tea's ready." She supplied, watching as he rose from his seat on the couch to get his mug.

He sipped it slowly. Belle turned back to her book….

"It's being inspected? What does that bloody mean?" He asked.

Belle rolls her eyes. "Probably to make sure your order is right?" She guessed. He groaned "Calm down, it'll be here eventually." She reasoned. She was seriously not getting enough work done right now. She should probably go back to her room. Killian probably wouldn't bother her there.

But while Killian's grumbling was distracting, it was also pretty entertaining.

"What are you reading?" He asked.

"Public speaking textbook." She grumbled. "I hate it, it's so boring." Killian chuckled. "It's not funny!"

"It's pretty funny." He reasoned. "Take a break, you've been at it for hours." He insisted. Which was true, she's been studying since she woke up, about 9 since it was a weekend, and it was nearly lunch time. "Split a pizza with me." He urged.

"Really?" She asked in surprise.

"Of course." He assured her. "Split the cost 50/50?" Belle nodded, suddenly feeling starving.

She joined him on the couch, book abandoned to wait for the pizza.

Order being quality checked!

"We're going to die before it gets here aren't we?" She asked him with a neutral face.

"Without a doubt."

Fortunately they were wrong, they hadn't keeled over out of hunger when they got a knock at the door. Belle would very much like to say that they didn't race over to the door like kids waiting for Santa. Yes, she'd love to say that.

(But it would totally be a lie.)

"How much do I owe you?" Killian asked pulling out his wallet for the delivery guy. The man responded but Belle was completely consumed by the smell of pizza. It was delightful.

"Oh, Hey Belle." The pizza guy said, getting her attention. She snapped to look at the blonde haired pizza guy.

"Oh Victor, you still work here?" She asked with a nervous smile. The guy nodded.

"So Gaston was telling the truth when he said you were shaking up with a brit." He said with a smirk in Killian's direction. She frowned at that. She had a rebuttal on the tip of her tongue.

"Woah mate." Killian stated. "Mind your manners when talking to the lady." Killian snapped. "There is no shaking up going on here."

"Killian-" She tried, feeling Killian getting all protective of her honor or something.

"So you tell ol'Gassy not to spread rumors." He said.

Victor gave her a glance, not even phased by the look on Killian's face or his tone.

"Looks like you got a keeper there Belle." He said with a wink. "You tell Red I'll call her K?" Belle nodded watching him leave. She set the pizza on the counter, she watched Killian huff as he entered and went to grab them plates.

"You know I can take care of myself right?" She asked. "You don't need to defend me."

Killian shrugged. "I know lass." He replied. "But I'm a gentleman, it's how I was raised." He admitted. Belle sighed.

"Whatever." She mumbled, because there could be worse things than having a roommate that wanted to 'defend her honor'

Seriously, what was with him? It's like he's a midevil pirate or something…

"Who was that anyway?" Killian asked, lifting a piece of the cheesy pizza and dropping the tip into his mouth. He had cheese hanging out as he munched.

"Victor Whale, Gaston's roommate." She explained. "He works at the local pizza place, we ordered from them a lot. Ruby and him have a sort of thing going on." She admitted, remembering to text Ruby."

Guess who delivered us pizzas?

Us? Seems like you and Blue eyes are getting along ;)

Belle rolled her eyes.

Vic says he's going to call you later.

Ruby didn't reply. She turned back to Killian.

"Sort of thing?"

"It's complicated." She replied, looking at her phone for confirmation.

Sureee he will, and even if he was, not like I'd pick up. Like really does he think i'm waiting by the phone?

"Ah."

Brb, he's calling.

They ate in comfortable silence, if by comfortable, it meant that they were racing for that oddly large piece at the opposite side of the box.

By living with him,Belle was learning quite a few things about Killian Jones.

For one thing he was a gentleman in all things...except when it came to pizza.

"Mine!" He shouted, grabbing at the last piece seconds before Belle could.

"No fair! You had more than me!"

"Finders keepers lass, and your half was larger than mine." He explained taking a victorious bite out of the last slice. She glared at it, silently hoping it'd slip and fall out of his grip.

You win this time pirate. Next one is mine.


Well my once a week story is turning into a once a month thing. Oh well, I guess that's life right?

I was hoping to go a little more funny and less plot for this update. I hope it came out ok.