Drabble:53
POV:Third Person
Christian didn't feel like talking to people, or socializing these days. Forget going outside, he hardly allowed anyone in his room except Lissa nowadays. Just when he'd started to recover from the stigma of his parents turning strigoi, his aunt murdered the queen. And tried to kill Lissa. And shot Rose. Really, someone up there was having a good laugh at his expense!
However, when the knocking on his door subsisted for over 10 minutes, he went to investigate. The person on the other end surprised him.
"Rose?"
"Hey Christian!", the dhampir announced chirpily.
"What are you doing here?"
"How rude!", she chastised. "Won't you even invite me in? Okay, suit yourself. I'll just come in myself."
Then, without letting him respond, she barged in, lugging a sleeping-bag and an oversized one in her arms.
"What are you doing here?", Christian asked, bewildered, as he closed the door. "And what's the meaning of this?"
"Hmm?", she asked absentmindedly, surveying the mess that was his room.
"You appearing at my doorstep with a sleeping-bag and God-only-knows what's in the other one."
"Here.". She unceremoniously dropped her sleeping-bag on the floor before unzipping the other-one. "Gummy bears, torchlight, hairbands and marshmallows."
"Umm, thank you?", Christian answered, still unsure what was actually happening.
"No prob, now where do I set my bed?", Rose asked, plopping on the floor herself.
"Wait! What?", Christian almost shouted in surprise. "Back up, what do you mean?"
"I mean where-the-hell am I gonna set camp?"
"Why?", Christian racked a hand through his hair in frustration.
"You've forgotten, haven't you?". Seeing Christian bamboozled face, she sighed exaggeratedly before continuing. "Remember when I was your trial guardian during the field experience? And you said we'd have a blast sharing ghost stories, picking out curtains and-"
"Doing each other's hair.", Christian completed, remembering their long-ago banter. "Yeah, I remember."
"As you probably realize, it's a bit late for picking out curtains, but fear not, we'll get to that tomorrow. Now, we do the rest."
"I'm sorry, what?", he asked, still perplexed.
"When did you become such a dimwit, Chris?", Rose asked, irritated now. "I brought food and torches and scrunchies for the story-time and hair-makeover. Capische?"
"You're here for a sleep-over.", Christian stated, trying to make sense of this slap-happy Rose.
"Duh.", she replied, rolling her eyes, as she settled comfortably on her sleeping-bag.
"Rose?"
"Hmm?"
"You're weird.", Christian said, lying on the carpet himself.
"Why thank you for stating the obvious." She rolled her eyes at him. "Now there's something I need you help with." Seeing Christian's apprehensive-but-curious look, she continued. "Dimitri's family thinks he's still strigoi and they kinda had his funeral. Now I don't exactly know how to break his re-dhampir-ization to them. Any suggestions?"
"Why don't you get Hans or Alberta to call them? You know, authorative figures and all.", Christian commented after thinking awhile.
"That's brilliant, Chris. Well done!", she grinned, throwing him a Cheetos packet. "Now, you'll never believe who I saw Mia with today!"
"Who?", he asked, grabbing a few marshmallows too.
And they spent the rest of the night just bantering.
The following morning, when Lissa tiptoed into Christian's room for her daily morning check-up on him, instead of finding a sullen and taciturn Christian glaring at everything and nothing, she found her boyfriend and best-friend sprawled on the carpet, asleep. Surrounded by junk-food-packets and soda-bottles. Smiling at the sight of the rainbow-hued hairbands in Christian's raven hair, she tiptoed out of the room, sure that by evening, her boyfriend would go back to how-he-used-to-be-before. Thanks to Rose, the self-proclaimed-miracle-worker.
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And about the last drabble, the confusion part was actually my intention :p Cheers!