A/N:

Hello again! So I decided to post the second chapter tonight, I'm such a sucker. Okay, well, I'll return on Thursday with one or two more chapters! READ AND REVIEW. Thanks!:]

-Jules

Chapter Two: The Rest of the House

"So… should we look around some more?" Sam's dark brown eyes studied my facial features intently. I chewed the inside of my cheek in thought. We had been just sitting here for a while in an awkward silence. "There's a first aid kit in the kitchen on the counter. It's looking worse and if you would just let me-"

"Fine." I cut him off hastily. He raised his eyebrows, lips parting slightly.

"Wow. That was easier than I thought." He disappeared for a moment to receive the first aid kit. I sat there. Just sat there. Alone. A shiver ran down my spine. It was shocking how I missed Sam's presence even though I hated his guts. I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for him to come back. I counted the seconds, I was already up to six and a half minutes. I sighed, heart racing, and tip toed to the kitchen.

"Sam?" I whispered. I peeked in the kitchen and shrieked when a figure leapt out at me, yelling. I fell back on my butt, absolutely petrified. When my heart attack ended, I saw Sam laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach. Then it hit me.

"You asshole! You scared the living shit out of me! Don't do that again." I spat, smacking his arm and shooting the nastiest glare I could manage at him.

"I- Oh- Hah-" He could barely get out words. "Your face- And-"

"And what?" I narrowed me eyes even more- if possible. He realized how serious I was and managed to die down his laughter a little bit.

"Okay, okay. I- I'm sorry. But- but you should of seen your face." He shoved his knuckles in his mouth to hold back another round of laughter.

"If you ever do that again, you'll lose a body part." I smirked when he raised his eyebrows, sloppy grin still in place. I suddenly gasped and held my hand to my chest.

"Oh my- Oh my God!" I cried out, clutching my hand to my chest, pain shooting across my features.

"Jesse?" Sam's eyes widened and panic was evident in his posture. "Jesse? What's wrong? Oh my God. Crap! Jesse?" He began panicking. Right when he started to yell for help I started laughing. His expression turned confused then it dawned on him. "Ha-ha you damned faker." He smirked, eyes slits. "Bring it on. But first, let me fix you up." I frowned but handed over my hand when he held his hand out. He sat on the ground across from me, first aid kit opened. He took my hand and I flinched at the contact. He shook his head quietly and pulled out some peroxide (at least I think, I think I'm bad with medicines). He dumped some on my wound and I hissed at the sting. He looked uncomfortable at my reaction but continued on by taking out a napkin thing and wiping my wound up. The blood was mostly dry, but it was all over my hand. He wiped it off gently and placed a small pad on my wound before wrapping it in gauze. I was surprised by his gentleness and accurateness of this gesture. When he finished, he released my hand and admired his handy work.

"Thanks." I mumbled, examining my hand. The gauze covered most of it but it felt fine.

"Anytime." He smiled and pulled himself up, holding out a hand for me. I ignored it and pulled myself to my feet, stretching before turning away from him and back to the living room. I plopped down on the too-clean couch, picking at the edges of the gauze. In my peripheral vision I saw Sam plop down next to me and let out a weary sigh.

"I'm going to go check out the rest of the house. You look pretty tired, I know I am. This was… a lot to take in. I'll update you on the house if you'd like. Or you can just come with me." His gaze was fixated on mine, holding my eyes captive in his stare. Only then did I realize how exhausted and overwhelmed I really was.

"I think I'd rather just go with you." I whispered, all harshness gone from my tone and body language. I could tell he was a little surprised, but he said nothing as he got up and walked towards the other door- the closed one. I watched him hesitate slightly as his palm rested loosely on the handle. Eventually he blew out a frustrated sigh and yanked it open. When I saw his eyes widen and jaw slightly slacken, I had to see what was up. I pushed myself up and towards him. He suddenly just entered the doorway, leaving me to slowly approach it. I peeked around the corner and saw a hallway with three doors. Sam entered the one on the left while I debated on going to the one to the left or straight ahead. I decided to stick with Sam and followed his steps.

"Jesse, look. This room describes your personality perfectly." Sarcasm dripped his words. I was shocked by his sudden coldness but snorted.

"Whatever." I was still amazed at this room, even though it was bright and overly enthused or exaggerated. One wall was blue, the rest were white. The bedframe was blocky and white, the comforter blue like the walls with blue and white pillows. There was a night stand too that was also white with a white lamp in the center on each side of the bed. There was also a futon crammed in the corner that was blue and white. The floor was white like the rest of the house, but the painting above the bed was beautiful. And that's me talking. It was a beach with mostly blue but shots of red and orange and even some yellow. It was creepy how… perfect this place was.

"Damn." Sam ran his fingers over the comforter, examining the room. I slipped out of the awe striking room and moved on to the room at the end of the hallway that ended up just being a closet full of every necessity we would ever need. And I mean every necessity. Soaps, toothpastes, deodorants, girl products, razors, shaving cream, everything. I slipped the door closed and approached the next room which just turned out to be a white bathroom. I mean, everything was white except the handles and faucets which were silver. Don't get me wrong, it was a huge bathroom with a toilet, bathtub (one of those big luxurious ones), a separate shower, and a large counter with two sinks. I turned around to see Sam standing in the doorway looking straight out confused and tired.

"I think it's night time. There's this clock that says it's one in the morning so I'll sleep on the futon and you can get the bed. But we're switching every night." He pointed a finger at me and faux glared, a light smile hanging off his lips. I couldn't help but lightly laugh at his goofy sleepiness.

"Deal." He smiled lazily and walked out from the doorway. I stared at my bandage hand before following cautiously, still unsure of whether or not I was okay with sleeping in the same room as him. He pulled a spare blanket out of the closet before following me into the bedroom. He took one of the pillows off the bed and tossed it onto the futon, hair ruffled due to him constantly running his fingers through it. I quietly clicked the door shut while he curled up on the futon. I switched the light off and climbed into the giant bed. It was cold and lonely, but I was comforted at the fact Sam was just a few feet away.

"Night, Jess." My heart fluttered at the nickname. Wait. No. My heart did not just-

"Night, Sammy." I cut my thoughts off. I heard his soft chuckle in the darkness as I burrowed further under the blankets. I sat there for a few moments, squeezing my eyes shut and gripping the blankets tightly. I'm guessing I didn't like the dark because I was freaking out a little bit. Okay. I've made it this far. Suck it up. Eventually I heard Sam's light snores and felt a little comforted. Then I started fading asleep.