AN/... Whoo chapter 5, and thanks for the reviews last chapter =)
Chapter 5 - Our Special Place
Wheatley POV - I woke up quite late Saturday morning, to bright sunshine shooting through the suddenly open curtains. Chell laughed, blatantly the criminal here.
"Wheatley get up, it's nearly midday!" she giggled. I groaned loudly.
"Gimme five more minutes," I said, pulling the pillow over my head. She grabbed the soft material from my tired hands and hit me with it.
"Get up you lazy idiot!" she called, trying to pull me out of bed completely.
"Not an idiot!" I replied, "and not getting out of bed either!" I heard Chell leave the room with a sigh, and I closed my eyes blissfully. Unfortunately, for some reason the bed felt empty and lonely without her, and when I rolled over I fell onto the floor with a loud thud. Chell came running, wondering what the bang was. She laughed when she found me struggling to get up of the floor, and pulled me to my unstable feet.
"You're out of bed then?" she asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, very funny," I smiled, pulling her into a massive hug. "Why do I need to be up anyway?"
"Wheatley, it's nearly midday. I think we should do something at least slightly active today."
"Fair enough," I shrugged, kissing her forehead and turning towards the bedroom door. "I have a question though, is the next meal I eat going to be lunch or breakfast?"
Chell sighed, "You think with your stomach more than your brain! Probably lunch."
Once I was dressed, ready and we had eaten a meal - be it breakfast or lunch- I experimented with plaiting a small strip of Chell's hair, wondering how it was done, whilst she did the washing up. No matter what way I twisted the hair, it wouldn't go into a braid. I gave up, frustrated, after desperately trying to untie the tight knot I'd managed to get stuck in Chell's hair before she noticed. After that event went undetected, we had to decide what we wanted to do. I didn't mind what we did, I was happy just to follow Chell around like a lost puppy. Anything involving Chell was worth doing in my opinion.
"Do you want to go to our field together?" I asked. Recognising that twinkle in her eyes, I knew before she replied that she did indeed want to go to our field. I held her warm hand tightly, and we set off with a spring in our step towards our favourite place. It was a long walk, but we didn't mind, as long as we had each other.
Chell POV - I was ecstatic Wheatley offered to take me out to our special place. He was always so romantic and adorable there, my heart missed a beat just thinking about it. I sighed to myself, I really had become a love-sick girl. Wheatley heard my sigh, and wrapped his long arm around my back, pulling me closer. I smiled up at the freakishly tall man I loved so dearly, and he grinned back, rather like a cheshire cat. We walked in companionable silence, which was a phenomenon for Wheatley. The unbroken quiet was peaceful, and I relished it while it lasted. He couldn't stay quiet for long though.
"Rick gets out of hospital tomorrow," he said thoughtfully, using his free hand to stroke my cheek quickly with one finger.
"Yeah," I agreed, smiling weakly. "I hope he's okay."
"I'm sure he'll be fine. You know, to him it's probably an adventure. Built for danger and all that," Wheatley chuckled, then retreated back into not talking.
It was only a short matter of time before Wheatley had to speak again.
"How do you plait hair?" he asked, fiddling with that same strand again.
"I'll show you when we get there. Why do you want to know?" curiosity filled my question.
"I like playing with your hair, I might as well do something creative with it," he grinned, and dropped the piece of hair lightly. I had to stop myself from saying 'aww', because that was so cute! I really didn't care at that moment whether it was wise to allow Wheatley anywhere near my hair, I was in too much of a lovey-dovey, couldn't-care-less mood today. If I was lucky, I would make it home at the end of today without having to cut a hunk out of my hair because Wheatley had tied it in knots.
Wheatley POV - I pushed the long branches aside, holding open a distinct path for Chell to enter the field she discovered upon escaping Aperture all those years ago. We had made it our special place, since we were the only ones who knew about it. The field was surrounded by a wide thicket, so it was almost impossible to see from outside. But when you get inside, it's the most beautiful place in the world. Thick, lush, green grass covers two large banks, which are split apart by a clear blue river. Butterflies always flutter around you, and the sky always seems brighter here. My favourite place in the world.
Chell grinned, and sat beneath our favourite tree - the apple tree. After untangling my long legs from the roots, I stumbled over to her and sat down with a laugh. Apples make me laugh, I still have no idea why I asked Chell to say apple before, I mean apple of all words! They were like our private joke. A few bees were milling around the flower patches, so I kept a wary eye on them. Apparently they sting. I sat a little closer to Chell, so close she was practically on my lap, laying my legs on either side of her body, and pulled the hair-tie out of her beautiful, glossy brown hair.
"Show me how to plait hair then," I smiled, stroking her hair gently. Chell grabbed a small bunch of hair, and separated it into three strips. She then kept crossing them over each other in a simple pattern till it met the end. Chell pulled the plait apart again, and said, "Now you try."
I pulled all of her hair backwards, and split it into three bits. Now the hard part. I struggled for a while, twisting the hair and getting muddled up, but after a lot of fiddling, I finally managed to get a good braid started. After a while, Chell grew tired, and leant back into me slightly. With a grin, I secured the completed plait with the hair-tie, and wrapped my arms around Chell's waist.
"Done!" I called, resting my chin on her shoulder so our cheeks touched.
"Is it a plait or a knot?" she asked suspiciously, although she couldn't help but smile.
"No no no, it is an actual braid!" I complained, bringing it around her shoulder so she could see.
"That's pretty good, Wheatley," she swivelled around into a kneeling position, and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you."
I kissed Chell back, pulling her closer to me. Her hands rested on my chest, whilst mine stayed glued to the small of her back. My heart sped up, and I could almost hear the beats, it was so loud.
"I love you," I whispered softly into her ear.
"I love you too," she replied. We then continued to get lost in each other's lips, unsure of anything else.
An indefinite amount of time later, I pulled away, looking up into the sky for the first time in a while. Then sun was sinking slowly, like Titanic, and I knew we would have to leave soon. It must have been about four or five in the afternoon. The clouds looked daunting, and weren't as white as before. Chell also looked up, and got onto her feet.
"Looks like it's about to rain, we should head off."
I stood up, grabbed Chell's hand, kissed her forehead, then turned back towards the way we came. At that exact moment, the heavens opened, drenching us in seconds. We stood in the centre of the field, in a torrent of rain that blew our hair and whipped our clothes, yet we couldn't stop ourselves from bursting out laughing. Chell stood on her tiptoes, pulling my head closer to hers, and kissed me gently on the lips. I lifted her up to me, spinning around once to shake the rain away from us in little sprinkles.
"Lets tick kissing in the rain off our list of things to do," Chell grinned as I placed her back on the ground.
"I wasn't aware we had a list," I replied, holding her tiny hand in my own large one.
"We don't, but if we did, kissing in the rain would be on it," she replied, leading me out of the thicket and towards home.
Multiple times, I shook my head violently to splatter Chell with water. She always laughed and compared me to a domestic dog. Truth is, we were soaked to the bone, and she began to look frozen. I shrugged my jacket from my body, and wrapped it around Chell. It was massively too big, but the interior was warm and soft and dry. She frowned, trying to give it back to me.
"You'll freeze without it!"
"No I won't. You're already frozen, and I can handle cold weather. I want you to wear it," I replied, wrapping her into it again. "Please luv?"
She shrugged, and hugged the material around herself tightly. I was a bit cold, but the sight of Chell shivering made me colder with worry. I had heard of pneumonia, and didn't want her getting it. We weren't far from home now anyway.
Chell POV - After what felt like an eternity, we stumbled through the front door, wet and cold. Well, at least I was cold. Wheatley looked like he was absolutely fine, smiling and running off to grab me a blanket. He took off my borrowed jacket - which was dripping with water - and wrapped the blanket and a hug around me.
"Are you alright? How can I help?" he asked frantically, when he saw I wasn't warming up.
"I should probably have a warm shower, but are you alright?" I replied, handing Wheatley the blanket.
"Me? I'm fine, I'll just get changed into dry clothes. You go have a shower, now" he commanded. "If you got ill it would be all my fault. I hate to see you suffer luv."
"I know, but I'm alright," I said in return to his sweet comment, and kissed his cheek before heading upstairs for the single most hottest shower I'll ever have.
Wheatley POV - I got changed as quickly as possible, instantly warming up, and stood outside the bathroom, feeling worried. "Are you warm yet?" I called anxiously through the door, sinking down it till I sat directly against it.
"I'm fine Wheatley, stop worrying!" she replied, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Okay, so you're not going to get pneumonia?" I asked concernedly. She laughed at me. "Of course not silly!"
"Well if you're sure..." I muttered, getting to my feet and going back downstairs. I doubted Chell would have the energy to cook dinner, I know I wouldn't if I was her, so I made a couple of sandwiches and grabbed some crisps, snarfing a few myself. I then sat on the sofa, and waited patiently for Chell to return.
Whilst I waited, I wondered whether Rick would be more careful in extreme activities once he got his neck brace off. I doubted it, nothing ever taught Rick a lesson. He certainly didn't learn from his mistakes, that's for sure! I felt slightly mean for not visiting him in hospital, but I couldn't exactly return there. I especially didn't want any hallucinations to start, because they were the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced outside Aperture. I shuddered, shaking that memory from my mind with disgust.
When Chell made her way downstairs, she wasn't shivering anymore, and she had changed into her pyjamas even though it wasn't time to sleep. The human race never fails to confuse me. I grinned at her, and passed over a plate of food. She sank onto the sofa next to me, and rested her head on my shoulder heavily. I flipped on the TV, half watching it and half looking at Chell. I wasn't really sure what was going on, it was just two men hitting each other with their fists and shouting at each other. I leant forwards curiously when one of them fell to the floor, and the other one continued to attack him with his feet and legs. My answer from Chell about this occurrence was that they were fighting. I watched the rest of the program, fascinated by the weird fighting. It actually looked quite fun, apart from the pain bit.
"Have you ever been in a fight?" I wondered aloud. I couldn't imagine Chell in a fight like that for some reason. I think she possesses more intelligence than brute strength.
"No, who would I ever fight like that with?" she replied, laughing slightly.
"I don't know! Just looks fun, that's all."
"Wheatley, please don't get into any fights unless they're for a very, very good cause," Chell warned, pulling on a don't-disobey-me-if-you-want-to-live face. I nodded curtly, and held her hand securely.
"My fist stays here."
Chell kissed my cheek with a giggle. "Good."
I watched TV for quite a long time that evening, and when I turned it off and looked at Chell, she was fast asleep. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't bare to wake her. Instead I gently lifted her limp body from the sofa, and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I tucked the warm duvet over her protectively, pushed her hair out of her face, and straightened up to get into my own sleeping clothes. Honestly, I couldn't bear to leave Chell, she looked so vulnerable when she was sleeping, so I got changed in the bedroom. I didn't really see any problem with it, it's not my fault humans have an obsession with clothes and being naked is unacceptable despite the fact every other species does it. Besides, Chell would never know, she was fast asleep and facing the opposite direction. I climbed into bed, holding Chell close to me, and entered a peaceful sleep, wondering what tomorrow might hold.
An/... Chapter 4 complete =D meh back to school tomorrow but hopefully that won't muck up my updating speed =P thanks for the reviews and people reading this story, you are awesome!