Nikki. . .still

"So where are you staying right now?"

I knew it would come to this, we were getting along fine until this part. He asked questions and I've answered them honestly, but this. . .

"None of your business"

trying to make him shut up and leave me alone.
"I want to know"

The blue-eyed giant replied matter-of-factly. When I still refused to reply he spoke up again.
"If you don't have a place to stay, i have an extra room. We could split the rent if you want to stay, it would actually be helpful."

Smart-ass.
". . ."

I'll stay, pay rent and stuff, but i don't want to say it. Apparently i don't have to.
"Bathroom's over there. . . my room's over there. . . And if you'd like to stay, your room would be over there."

He directed me to the three separate rooms, the kitchen was linked to the living-room. Really it's a great apartment, maybe it would be more homey and less formal and boring if there were a few posters up though. . .
Nikki went over to a cupboard and pulled out a small white box with a huge red cross on it. A first aid kit?
"Your chest is hurt right? If you don't want to go to the doctor then bandage your chest. Do you want any help?"

He's allot smarter than he seems. When we were talking Nikki told me how he moved into this apartment because of the economy being hard on his foster-parents, he has a part-time job that pays well and sometimes plays guitar at concerts for people. He was an orphan too, but unlike me he didn't have anyone to call family. My dear little brother was adopted by a family in another country, apparently they fell in love with him. But who could blame them my little brother was adorable and sweet and never thought about himself, that's why when i was younger i always watched out for him, so he could stop putting the weight of the world on his shoulders. A few years later i was adopted by the schools librarian, she was very kind. . . but she worked three jobs so i never got to see her much. Recently i decided that to give her less responsibilities i would just move out of the house, the plan was good except for the part about me forgetting to find the place i was going to stay before i moved out.
"Stupid Giant"

I mumbled under my breath before escaping to the bathroom to put on the bandages.
The stark white, dimly lit but fluorescent lighting hurt my eyes, locking the bathroom door i quickly got going on bandaging the aching area. over, around and under. As soon as things were taken care of i fled the bathroom and was met face-to- . . . chest with Nikki. He wordlessly handed me a house key then wandered off to who knows where. not that i care any ways. after a few hours i was bored out of my mind when i noticed a computer game with some weird white, and i mean WHITE ,person on the front. The persons mouth was ripped open for a gory view to the back of the throat and extended all the way down to the rib cage. in bloody letters the front said Amnesia: The Dark Descent. It looked like fun so I burned some time playing the game. 4 hours later and not even half-way through the game, I will never look at old Prussian castles without cringing in fear.

Nikki

That night, as i was trying to sleep a thunderstorm was bashing outside, i had seen Marcus playing ATDD, i hope he doesn't have any nightmares. A sudden crash and a loud yelp startled me out of my thoughts and on instinct i ran out of the room and went toward the sound in the guest room. It ended up being Marcus, curled up in a ball with his eyes squeezed shut, arms folded over his head for protection.
"Marcus, what are you doing"

After i tried speaking to him he lifted his head up and stared at me, his eyes were slightly red and watery. He looked like a little kid that ad just been slapped, Just to cute to ignore.

Marcus

"U-uhn. . .mmn . . .aaaah"

My limbs stretched out as far as they could, shaking, as my mouth open wide in a long yawn. After waking, I slowly sat up, which was when I realised I wasn't in my room. Or my house, but I was over at Nikki's, and this wasn't where I was last night, actually I only remember being scared out of my mind (literally) through most of the night until i feel asleep. . . That being said, where the hell am I? well there's the door, the edge of the bed, a foot, the window, the - wait, what? I turned around to find a sleeping giant, who happened to have his arm around my waist.

. . .

Slowly my head tilted downward to see that i was still wearing my clothes (thank god). Both of us were fully dressed, and to be honest that fact is the only thing keeping me from killing this guy. Anyways, after the morning freak-out session I got up and wandered around for awhile, I was hungry but it would be rude to use other peoples food so I decided to wait for him to wake up.

5 minutes later

I walked into Nikki's room to get his lazy ass up, of course the bed is huge so I have to actually climb in until I was kneeling to the side of the sleeping giant on his back, when I got an idea. Slowly, I hiked his T-shirt up over his stomach and raised my and above my head, slapping my hand down while hearing a satisfying smack and a very loud yelp at the same time, then I calmly walked out of the room, Laughing.

Nikki

The first thing my brain registered when I woke up was "ow" as pain was sharping through the slap to my stomach, out of reflex I sat up and faced the door finding Marcus giggling as he stumbled out the door, he was able-somehow to gasp out,

"You should see your face!" once I followed him out rubbing the spot where i was hit i found him still laughing on the ground, which was dismissed untill he stopped laughing and started to wheeze like he was fighting for air, to which I turned from the bowl of cereal I was trying to get to see he was having an athsma attack.

I dropped the damn cereal and asked what i could do to help, where was his inhaler and so on and so forth. A few seconds later though he had steadied his breathing by himself and was taking slow, deep breaths trying to calm down.

"so you have asthma?"

"shut up"

Thats how most conversations go.

A/N: btw, i'd be more inclined to update faster (and i can trust me) if people commented