A/N- I'm sick! ): I've got a nasty cold. Make up work in civics is going to be the death of me. So much for weekends being relaxing. Pluuuus I have to start applying to some more colleges and study for the SAT… But the show must go on, right?

Angela was the first to wake up from their simultaneous nap. She stretched with a tired sigh and glanced over at Gill, who was still sleeping, but his face was twisted in discomfort. Is he having a bad dream? Her bed creaked slightly as she climbed out of bed to sit by her uncomfortable boyfriend. His face seemed to calm as she ran her hand over his head and shh'd.

"Are you having a bad dream?" She whispered quietly, holding his hand. "You won't get hurt if I'm with you, don't worry. Haha…I took karate when I was ten," Angela laughed softly. She tucked the blanket under him, to which he reacted with a twitch of his face. "Shoot, I hope I didn't wake him up…" Angela thought as she pulled her hand from his hair. The floorboards squeaked slightly when she started to walk, making her wince.

"…Angela?" A sleepy Gill asked. "How long have you been up? What time is it?"

"What is this, twenty questions? I woke up about ten minutes ago, and it's", she checked her clock, "5:15. I'm just making you some hot chocolate, if you don't mind." Angela put a finger on her chin in thought. "Am I being too overbearing?" Gill shook his head quickly.

"No! I mean… It's kind of new to me to have someone other than my father and Elli care about me. I guess it's because you never left me alone, even when I was annoyed," he said with an exhaled laugh. Angela smiled gently and sat down next to him.

"I annoyed you until you liked me?" Angela nudged him with her shoulder. "Good to know my 'talent' came in handy, right?" With a slight frown, she continued, "I know that I'm too talkative, annoying, and a terrible cook. Sometimes, I think you're too good for me and-" She was interrupted by a small kiss on her lips.

"Don't say things like that about yourself, okay? You don't have to change yourself for me, or anyone for that matter," he lightly scolded her. Angela nodded, and giggled a bit. "What's so funny?"

"Your hair looks like a mop," she replied, and leaned in to whisper, "It's cute." Compliments like that never failed to make Gill blush and try to hide his face. He smoothed his hair frantically to avoid further embarrassment. "Fix yourself up, and we can go eat dinner at the inn," Angela said, straightening his tie. He nodded while he tried to get his cowlick to stay down. Angela rolled her eyes. "Just keep it, it adds character."

She pulled him off the couch by his forearm, letting her hand slide down into his. Angela reached for her wallet, but was stopped by Gill. She looked at him questioningly, head tilted to the side.

"I'm not letting you pay for dinner," he stated curtly.

"But-"

"Don't you need the money for your farm, Angela?" He inquired. With a frustrated huff Angela nodded; defeated. They walked to the inn, talking about nothing in particular, and shared several laughs. Angela savored his laughter, because it was so rare. The inn was packed when they arrived- it was the dinner rush, apparently. As they waited, they continued to have conversations that went off on tangents. The tangents were mostly Angela's of course, as she didn't have a one track mind like Gill did. A table finally opened enough, to which Gill muttered, "About time".

"Oh, don't be so sassy Gilly. At least we got a table right?" Angela said with an exasperated laugh. They picked up their menus in unison, pushing a little laugh out of both of them. "I already know what you usually order, so I'm going to mix mine up a bit. Hmm… Life is short, so I'll have dessert first!" Gill gave her a deadpan stare. "What? You only live once, so I figured 'Why not eat dessert first tonight?'"

"Isn't that unhealthy?"

"Dessert is never healthy in the first place."

"But you could get an upset stomach and get sick again!" He exclaimed worriedly.

"You act like such a hen sometimes, Gill," she argued back, "but I do like that you worry about me so much." Angela smiled, dissolving Gill's frustration; he couldn't get angry at her smile.

"Wh-who said that I worry a lot?" He stammered. She laughed.

"I think you did, a few days ago, so don't you take it back, mister!" She poked his forehead.

Angela's dessert came out first; a chocolate shake. Gill wondered if Chase had anything to do with her food getting out quicker, but he disregarded it when he saw Angela happily eating her shake. He considered that maybe, just maybe, he would try ordering dessert first.