A/N: Whoo.. i'm finally updating. Haha maybe its more of a boohoo than a whoohoo =] hehe. anyways. pretty lame chapter i tried to make it funny but... like all of them, but oh well. its like 1 in the morning and i felt like writing, but not editing or re-reading, uh-oh, this might not be good, so... this is what happens. sorry if it doesnt make sense i was trying to play around with some stuff, and if an anti-twilight joke would offend you i would skip the 9th line, but i'm just playing around. oh and if you guess when the story is taking place in gg world i'll give you a free shout out next year when i next update =] Oh wowsys i'm rambling so here's the chapter.

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She was on her side of the bed, the right side. He was on his side, the left. Both with their laptops on their lap, typing furiously away. They were surrounded in stuff, some in boxes, most not. Henry had become a coat rack; the cabinets, drawers, and shelves for her stuff; and the trashcan for his.

"Tell me a joke."

"What?" He asked looking up from his computer.

"Yes, mister, I want a joke. I have been writing this paper on 'How Death symbolizes Innocence' for the last 3 hours, and I really need a knock-knock joke."

"First of all why in the world would you take a class where you have to write papers on 'How Death symbolizes Innocence'? Secondly why a knock-knock joke. No one finds those funny except preschoolers and Finn."

"Questions later, joke now!"

"Okay...knock knock."

"Who's there?" She giggles.

"Interrupting... kiss."

"What?" She says quizzically.

"Ace, you just ruined my joke. Now I have to start over." He says acting frustrated, but you would have to a twilight fan not to know he was joking. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Interrupting kiss."

"Interrupting ki...."

Needless to say, he interrupted.

---- uh-oh, naughty things =] ---------------- I'm not writing them silly, it's K+ not M =] ----------- on with the story =] ----------

"Aren't you glad I wanted a knock knock joke?" She snuggled in closer, tracing random patterns on his hand, conveniently intertwined with hers.

He rolls his eyes, "Oh yes very glad."

"Don't you roll your eyes at me." She 'hmp'-ed.

"Sorry, I just don't see why you get all the credit, when I made up and told the knock knock joke."

"Fine you win, and guess what the winner gets to do, for the loser?"

"Ace" He groaned, "Why don't we just enjoy our time together, without getting out of bed."

"Good try. But come on, I know it's the first day it is official, but I've stayed here before, you know the rule. Coffee, Coffee, Coffee." She bounced up and down on the bed.

"You will be the death of me." He removed the blankets from him body, but kept them on her the whole time, a skill he had learned the hard way. She doesn't like being cold, or without coffee. Why did he love her again? He turned on the coffee machine, and starting thinking about why he did love her.

She started out hating him, then they went to the casual dating, then a relationship. And in that relationship she dropped out of Yale, stole a boat, let her ex-boyfriend convince her to go back to Yale, fought with me, broke up with me, hated me some more, but finally back together. Why did he love her again?

Just then she walked in, in his 'Yale' shirt, and a pair of the baggiest sweats, with smeared mascara down to her nose, and her hair popping up everywhere, and came up and snuggled into him. And he remembered, 'Oh yeah, that's why I love her'.

"Your coffee is almost ready madam."

"Thanks" she grumbled into his chest.

"No problem. I love that I will get to make your coffee every morning, as long as you come in here, exactly how you did today, when the coffee is almost done."

"Okay, I'm confused Logan, are you being sarcastic?" She backed away from him. "I know I might not look great right now, I know my hair and make-up is messed up, but I just woke up. And sorry for asking for some coffee, just go back to bed, I'll get it myself."

"Ace. Hey, turn around, and look at me.... Good girl... Now Ace, I was not being one bit sarcastic. Your hair may not look perfect but you look perfect to me. I love you in my clothes, and I love you here. And I love getting you coffee. And I love you without make-up. And I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, almost saying it to herself. Beep, Beep, Beep.

"I think your coffee is ready." He got two mugs out, one giant one little. She filled her giant cup, as he poured milk into his. He put back the milk jug in the refrigerator as she poured coffee into his little mug. She took their mugs, and he went to the door to get the newspaper. The plopped down on the couch together. She was on her side of the couch, the right side. He was on his side, the left, their hands intertwined in the middle.

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Well did you like it? it was short cause my laptop battery was dieing and i know if i didnt do it tonight i would never upload it, but either way: =] or =[ or =| still review (even if it's just a smilie, i accept annonnoyoyomous), k thanks, oh and remember if you guess when the story is taking place in gg world i'll give you a free shout out next year when i next update =] i might try to update Boss and Employee but that story turned out lame, and i really have no cool thoughts for it, but i'm trying, kinda =]