A/N- I'm literally sitting here typing as Alexis reads through the story. XD

Hi Lexi!

Disclaimer: I don't own NATM.

The next night found me sitting on a box-thing next to the door to the roof, staring out at the city lights. I thought about a lot of different things, as I often did, and simply let my mind run in a million different directions.

They only seemed to want to run in one, though, no matter how hard I tried to derail from it. My mind simply kept returning to those deep brown eyes, filled with kindness and laughter, but also hiding something deep within, the tanned, flawless skin, and the golden robes that showed off toned muscles. To the sound of his voice, his laugh, the fact that our minds almost ran on the same track. To the butterflies I felt in my stomach every time I thought about him.

Then, my mind would wander to what happened last night, and that's when the paranoia set in. Being intelligent had its advantages, but it also meant that you were constantly thinking of the worst case scenario. I hated that part of my mind.

I sighed, still studying the cityscape before me, when I heard the door open. Startled, I jumped a bit, and turned. My panic increased slightly when I saw who it was.

Ahkmenrah came and sat beside me, staring out at the New York skyline. "Beautiful night out, isn't it?"

I shrugged, and gave a noncommittal hum from the back of my throat. He turned to me, his eyes boring into mine. I looked away, willing my face not to heat up, as I remembered what happened last night.

"Is there something wrong?" Ahkmenrah asked quietly.

I sighed. "Nothing. I just get lost in my thoughts easily. Makes some people think I'm depressed. I'm not, but it's kinda funny when they try to help me."

"What are you thinking of?" It was slowly becoming clear that the pharaoh was trying to pull me out of my shell, just like I had drug him out of his tomb the other night.

I snorted. "Oh, you don't want to know half the things that go through my mind. But, mostly, I was thinking about last night. Thanks, by the way, I've gotten a lot of ideas for the story."

"It was my pleasure," Ahkmenrah replied. "But, I'm guessing that that's not the only part of last night you are thinking of?"

I blushed, and ducked my head. "Sorry about that."

"Why?"

"I was sleep-deprived, so I wasn't quite thinking straight, and-" I was cut off by the pharaoh's laughter.

"I didn't mean why did you do it, I meant why are you sorry," he clarified.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"You did nothing wrong," Ahkmenrah assured me.

I wasn't sure what to make of this, but a bit of relief did flood through me, now that I knew he didn't hate me for what I did. But, I still felt like changing the subject. "What's your favorite color?"

He seemed surprised by this. "Gold."

"Is that why you wear it?" I asked.

"No, I wear it because my parents had so much of it, and it was a sign of wealth," he told me. "But, I happen to like it. What about you?"

"I don't really know," I admitted. "There are so many colors I like, too many to choose just one. I can tell you what colors I dislike, but my 'favorite' color changes constantly, depending on how I'm feel at that point in time."

"Well, what do you like right now?" he inquired.

I paused, thinking. "Cerulean. That's usually toward the top of the list. I love blue."

We went back and forth, telling each other different things about ourselves. We found out that we actually had a lot in common.

"So, what's your favorite kind of music?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied. "There's a lot of good music to listen to."

I nodded, and smiled. "Yeah, trust me, I know that feeling. My playlist is completely random, and there are some pretty strange songs on there."

"Knowing you, that doesn't surprise me," Ahkmenrah teased.

"Hey!" I shoved his shoulder, hard enough to make him fall over, and stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed, standing and brushing himself off. He would have reclaimed his seat, but I had sprawled across the length of the box, leaving no room for the pharaoh. I smirked at him, and he simply rolled his eyes, before lifting my legs, sitting, and placing them back down.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Just so you know, anyone else would get kicked for that."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not anyone else then, isn't it?" he quipped.

"Have you always been this much of a smartass, or have I just rubbed off on you?" I snorted.

"I assure you, I have always been like this," Ahkmenrah replied. "I just can't usually show others this side of me."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Why not?"

"Being a pharaoh has responsibilities," he explained. "I had to be what others expected of me."

I snorted. "Bullshit to that. I say that you shouldn't care what others think of you. I've certainly never cared. I just say what I want to say, act how I want to act, and wear what I want to wear. I know when I have to censor myself, but, for the most part, I'm an open book, so long as you know how to read."

"You're very lucky then, that you get the chance to be yourself," Ahkmenrah commented.

"But, that's what I'm saying!" I threw my hands into the air in exasperation. "You live in America! Land of the free! We fought so that the people here can speak, act, and dress however the fuck they want, without having to worry about prosecution from others." I smiled, chuckling a bit. "Well, if you won't fully be yourself around the others, at least be honest with me. Because if you get to see my true colors, I wanna see yours."

Ahkmenrah smiled, and it seemed more genuine than the teasing grins we had been sharing. "Of course. To be honest, you're easy to open up to."

"Must be my winning personality," I joked, flipping my hair dramatically. "And, just so you know, I don't think I've told anyone as much as I've told you. Well, except for my cousin, but she can pretty much read my mind, anyway, so I can't hide anything from her."

Whatever Ahkmenrah was about to say was cut off by a large yawn on my part. He looked at me amusedly. "Tired, are we?"

I shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "Yeah, see, there's this crazy thing humans do called 'sleeping'. I don't get along with it. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I've had a full night's sleep."

"That's not healthy," Ahkmenrah reprimanded, seemingly slightly more worried now.

"I know," I sighed. "I try to sleep, I really do. But, my mind is always moving, constantly coming up with new ideas, usually for a story. Then I have to write the story, lest the idea leave, and I go crazy trying to bring it back. Or, I'll be reading something, and I get so caught up in it that I don't see the clock until two in the morning, and by that time, it is way to late to get a substantial amount of sleep. But, I've kinda learned to function on a low amount of sleep."

My point was refuted by another, larger yawn. Ahkmenrah sighed, and shook his head. "You sleep now. Don't worry, I'll wake you up when it's near sunrise."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look he gave me vetoed any argument. I sighed, rolling my eyes, and leaned back against the wall. A little sleep wouldn't hurt, anyway.

I was being gently shaken awake, but I simply groaned, and rolled over. I yelped, though, as I fell off whatever I was sleeping on, and I would have landed, probably painfully, had a pair of arms not stopped me. I took a moment to catch my breath, before slowly lowering myself down onto the hard ground, and twisting so that I sat cross-legged, and I recalled that I fell asleep on the roof, next to Ahkmenrah.

I looked up to see him smirking in amusement. "Shaddup."

"I haven't said anything," he replied innocently.

"But you were thinking it," I pointed an accusing finger at him.

"Is it a crime to think now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I sniffed, before breaking into grin, and chickling a bit, holding out a hand to help Ahkmenrah up. "Come on, we should probably get inside. Because if it's not near sunrise, and you woke me up for no reason, I'mma kill you."

"I'm already dead," the mummy pointed out.

I hit his shoulder. "Fine. It'll be worse than death, then."

Before long, we were at his exhibit, and it was almost time for the sun to rise. Ahkmenrah still hadn't let go of my hand, and I pulled it away, standing awkwardly. "Well, I'll see you later."

"Until tonight, Alyissa," he replied, before going to his sarcophagus. I turned and left, searching for my uncle, so we could go home.

A/N- This might just be me and my crazy insecurities, but I feel like these are getting shittier by the chapter... XD, Lexi you're gonna be in the next one!

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