The rays of sunshine burst through my windows, waking me up. I turned around so I didn't have to open my eyes to the..brightness.

It was warm. Really warm. I snuggled deeper into my pillow.
Pillows aren't muscled..

I opened my eyes to see a sleeping Alek. I smiled and stared at his face. His blond eyelashes were long-I wanted to touch them.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I jumped, and grabbed it. Before I answered it, I looked back at Alek, thinking that he would be awake and alert. He was still sleeping like a baby.

"Some protector you are," I mumbled. "Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Chloe," a voice said. Oh. I didn't check the Caller ID. I checked. Crap, it was Brian.

"Brian," I said back in the same tone of voice.

"Where did you go?"

"I went to a club, got drunk, hooked up with about seven guys, and now I'm at one of their houses. Where do you think I am? I'm at home." I heard Alek chuckle. Maybe he did wake up.

"Remember what happened last time you were being disrespectful," Brian grunted. "Anyway, meet me for coffee in about half an hour."

I bit my lip. "I-I don't want to."

"What?"

"I said, I'm not going to meet you for coffee." I tried to say it boldly. But I think I sounded like a scared little girl. Which is kind of what I am, but ya know.

"Well I said that you are." Brian retorted. Alek grabbed the phone out of my hands.

"Well she said that she didn't want to, so I suggest you leave her the hell alone before I kick your balls off." Alek grumbled sleepily.

"Excuse me? Chloe said she was kidding about hooking up with.."

"She didn't go to a CLUB, stupid, I'm her friend. And we slept together all. Night." Alek wiggled his eyebrows at me. I threw my head back and laughed. I was enjoying this. I rolled my eyes as Brian spluttered, trying to think of something to say. I grabbed the phone back.
"You know, Brian, we're done. We weren't even together, so I don't even know why I let you treat me like that. So I hope you have a bad life. Good-bye." I hung up. Alek and I looked at each other for a second and cracked up. For once in my life, I was glad my mum was on a business trip.

"How was your sleep?" I asked, wiping tears out of my eyes.

"Good. I dreamed about a girl...she had pretty blonde curly hair, and her name was Chloe."

I rolled my eyes. Whatever, Mr. Romantic. I'm gonna go shower. On the way to my bathroom, I passed my trashcan. I quickly glanced in. I was just curious, okay? The surprisingly, the knife wasn't there anymore.

"Really, Alek? I'm going to try to stop. Did you really get up in the middle of the night and throw the knife away?" I whirled around and asked. He sat up and looked at me.
"I didn't..." His hair was all tousled from sleep. He looked cute. Wait. What?

"What do you mean you didn't? There's no knife in there, and I am very sure you chucked it in there last night."

"I mean, I didn't throw the knife outside or anything. I left it in there." He got up and moved to look into the trashcan with me.

"Wha..?" Then, one of the floorboards on the stairs creaked. The second one up, in the middle more to the right. Yes. I know where my house is creaks. Alek and I extended out claws, and spun around to face the door. We ran over to my closed door as quickly and quietly as we could, and I silently dropped to the floor to look under the door crack for feet. It reminded me of when I was little, and I would play hide-and-seek with my mum and dad, and I would look under doors for their feet just to squeal and scamper back to my hiding spot when I saw them coming.

Really, Chloe? You think about this NOW, when there might be an assassin in your house? Focus!
I saw a figure moving slowly up the stairs, probably trying to avoid anymore creaky ones. Well the third one down was creaky on the left. Wait for it...creaaakk. Yep.

But then I heard another creak. But there were no other creaky stairs? I looked closer, my nose pressed against the ground. There were more. About four people, to be exact.

I stood up and nodded silently to Alek, holding up four fingers. So they probably couldn't find any of weapons downstairs, (mum and I keep the knives in a special hiding place. Did I mention she's paranoid of robbers?) and looked for them upstairs. They saw the knife in the trash can, and probably didn't want to take on two mai. So they went downstairs to wait for the rest of their team. Well, looks like the team got here. That is soo dirty, killing two teenagers in their sleep.

Alek counted down with his fingers. 5...4...3...2...1!

I slammed the door open, causing it to hit the wall behind it with a loud and dramatic bang. We sprang. I went towards the one who, of course, had my knife in his hands. I could see my dry blood on it. Uhm, ew? I swiftly punched his face and grabbed the knife. But he saw it coming, and cut my hand.

"I'm a cutter, that feels good." I snarled. But it really didn't. It actually hurt. A lot. So I fought through the pain, and soon enough he was unconscious on the floor.

I turned my head to check on Alek. He already took down the other three guys.

"Hey, sharing is caring!" I joked. He was standing there panting, rolling his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He checked my body for any wounds.

"Just this." I held up my hand.

"Yep. I heard. You said that you are a cutter, not that you were." He looked a little sad.

"Sorry. Just a..spur of the moment trying-to-be-funny in the middle of a dramatic fight scene type of comment. Didn't really give it much thought." I shrugged. He wrapped up my hand, and I wrapped up his stomach, where he got cut a few times.

I turned around to put the first-aid kit back, and I felt his arms wrap around my stomach.

"I'm really glad you're okay." He whispered, his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm glad you're okay, too." I whispered back. I turned around in his arms, and I looked at him, biting my lip. He got closer, and closer...

And we kissed.

And it felt like magic.