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SPOV

Chad and I trooped down the same set of stairs that I had come up, despite my curiosity at what lay beyond what I had seen. I sighed. I guess it could wait.

When we got to the living room once again, Chad led me down a narrow corridor until we reached a room, which happened to be a dining room. From there we went along a bend in the hall that led to the kitchen. Yeah, I'm going to get lost here.

I sighed, putting my hands on my hips, ready to work. "Okay, where do you keep the ingredients?"

He looked up from a book he was reading, and absentmindedly said, "Um, in the pantry to your left there should be bread and peanut butter, and, of course, the jelly is in the fridge."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course." But I got the ingredients anyway.

When I walked by after getting the jelly out of a huge metal fridge, I smacked Chad on the head, then continued to put the food on the counter where he was reading. "Ow!" he complained. "What was that for?"

I shrugged. "Just for being there."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. You don't get dinner tonight, if you're so intent on taking me away from my cookbook!" His cheeks reddened, realizing what he'd let slip.

I snorted. "You have a cookbook?"

He sighed, rubbing his temples. I'm beginning to get the feeling we won't get along well. "Yes, Sonny, I have a cookbook. Is that a crime?" he asked evenly, keeping his voice low. Surprisingly, that was the scariest I had heard him. It just seemed so….. robotic.

I shrugged. "Not in California." He couldn't help but grin at me. I grinned back. "Okay, what's next, Chef Boyardee?"

He looked at me, obviously not amused. "That was lame. By the way, how do you know who Chef Boyardee is?" Yep. He'll definitely use my lack of knowledge to his advantage. Or at least he thinks he will. Well, it just so happens that I studied up in the hospital, not to mention I remember simple things, like how to talk. But that isn't the point, now is it?

I rolled my eyes. "He was on the ravioli I had at the hospital. 'Is that a crime'?" I mocked, making my voice dumb and low just to piss him off. It's kind of fun to aggravate him, I'm beginning to notice.

He rolled his eyes too. "Actually, it is. In New Jersey."

I wrinkled my face in confusion. "How do you know that?"

He chuckled. "Sonny, I was kidding. Geez, and you call yourself a comedian."

I sighed. Must he mock my acting abilities? "It wasn't funny, so of course I didn't get it."

He gasped. "You take that back!"

I smirked. "No. Now help me!"

He sighed, but grabbed two slices of bread and a knife from the drawer behind him, beginning to spread the peanut butter. "I can't believe you're making me sink this low."

I widened my eyes innocently, but I'm sure he saw right through it. "Why? You have a cook?"

He stared at me like I was missing something important and very obvious. "Sonny, I don't have a cook. It's just that I'm above making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I'm more on the level of-."

"Pouring milk?" I suggested, making him mad on purpose, but also hinting that I wanted him to pour the milk.

He glared. "No! I was going to say food god, but I guess I can pour the milk."

I smiled at him. "Good."

He was about to retort, but stopped himself, a frown crossing his features as he grabbed a gallon of milk form the fridge. "Never mind." He sighed.

I frowned. What had I done? I wasn't really paying attention, so when he was passing by I raised my right hand in the air, trying to stretch, but I should have put the knife down first. Because I got peanut butter in Chad's hair. And somehow, I knew that was something I would regret. A lot.

He gasped, his free hand flying up to try, unsuccessfully, to get the peanut butter out of his hair. "When it didn't come out, he smirked angrily. "You are so going to get it Monroe!"

I gulped as he grabbed a spoonful of jelly, dumped it on his palm, and shoved it in my hair before I had time to react. I glared as it sunk in. "Now you're going to pay, Cooper!"

I moved over to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of ketchup, and, opening the top, squeezed it out at him. He gaped at me, grabbing mustard from the shelf above the one I had gotten the ketchup and closing the door. "You. Are going to pay," he growled, fiercely opening the mustard top.

I glowered in response, already prepared, ketchup bottle aimed. He took one step closer to me, smirked deviously, and squeezed. That's when World War III began.

Ten Minutes Later

Chad and I collapsed into a heap on the kitchen floor, breathing heavily, both of our weapons empty of ammo. I smiled at him, not even caring that I was yellow and red at the moment, due to multiple hits of mustard from Chad, and lots of sliding around on the slippery, condiment-filled kitchen floor. Chad looked no better than I did at the moment, so what did it matter? "That was fun!"

He chuckled breathlessly, unintentionally sounding husky. God, he could be sexy. "Only you, Sonny, would classify what we just did as fun." Then he smiled. "But, yeah, if I put aside how I must look right now, it was pretty fun. Although, ketchup can't be good for my hair."

I grinned full beam at him. "Oh, who cares? That was fun!"

He laughed again, in a seemingly better mood now than he was before. "So, shall we finish our lunch?"

I nodded, but then we looked around at the kitchen and backtracked. "Or," he abided. "We could clean things up and go out for pizza."

I grinned, nodding. "We should probably clean up the kitchen before we shower."

He smiled. "I suppose we should." And that's how, for the next hour, I was tuck cleaning mustard and ketchup off of Chad Dylan Cooper's counters.

1 hour later

I sighed in relief, looking at the sparkling kitchen. "Okay, we're done. Now, can you show me where my room is so I can take a shower?"

Chad nodded and motioned for me to follow. "Come on, you little comedy demon."

I laughed and followed him up the stairs, making sure that my sock feet weren't leaving a trail of ketchup or something like that. Luckily, Chad had had backup socks. I can't say the same for my poor converse.

As we got up the stairs, Chad pulled me to the end of the hall once again, where he opened up the door to the room across form his. I grinned. "Thanks, Chad. It's nice." It was. I had the same cream colored carpets, but the walls were lavender, with a queen sized mahogany bed, complete with violet sheets. The lacy curtains were cream too, and the sheets on the bed had a flower print to them. It was perfect for me.

Chad smiled. "Hey, anything for you, Sonshine." Chad winked and walked out of the room, probably to shower too, I assume.

I sighed, content as I entered the large purple bathroom, with the same cream color for the sink and toilet. The curtains on the shower were violet. I liked the color pattern here.

I stripped, turning on the hot water of the shower. It sounded soothing already, and I wasn't in yet. I stood on the fuzzy purple rug as I waited for the water to heat up fully. When it was warm enough, I stepped into the shower and let the steaming water relax me, and make me forget about everything else. I briefly wondered if Chad was doing the same thing, but then banished that thought from my mind, deciding that it was a little bit pervy and stalkerish.

When I was clean, I turned off the water and stepped back out of the shower, wrapping myself in a fluffy violet towel, feeling at ease. That feeling was soon gone when I realized what I had forgotten: my clothes.

Ha, kind of a cliffy! This chapter was kind of fluffy, but you'll see where I'm going with this. Thank you so much for all the incredible reviews. I couldn't have asked for anything better. Also, thank you for alerting or favoriting me! SMILES!

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