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~ It's so tired, of trying to fight this. ~Comatose, I'll never wake up without an overdose of you. ~I don't want to sleep, I don't want to dream. ~Dead wrong, to ever doubt you.

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“David, wake up.”

The huge lump of Boss on the couch dug his nose into the leather, hugging the dark red blanket to his body. I groaned, crossing my arms over my chest.

So here’s the 411; the real story of that horrible Tuesday.

I woke up bright and early with a giant smile on my face, determined, and rehearsed for my ‘I’m-quitting-you-son-of-a-bitch speech.’

I’m completely joking of course; I woke up at 6:00 in the morning, to the scariest nightmare I ever experienced.

I was in some kind of bright lit store food shopping with my mom. I must have been young because I could see the frilly parts of the bottom of my dress. A bang echoed the store, nailing me right in the stomach. I stayed silent in shock, trying to reach for the Teddy Bear that fell out of my hands. The shooter’s eyes looked confused as he looked down at me, almost as if he forgot why he was even there. The whole scene faded with a bright light.

The dream felt so real, that I woke up crying, clutching my angry stomach. After getting a large drink of water, and taking two Pepto Bismol tablets for my stomach ache, it disappeared. I crawled back into my cozy bed, and surprisingly fell into blissful sleep.

Only for about five minutes.

Marcy started to scream at the top of her lungs that there was the biggest spider she had ever seen on the wall. You want to know what my first reaction was? The hooded guy was in my house trying to scare the living crap out of me. You can guess what happened next. Yeah, I fell off the freaking bed, planting head first into the unforgiving, extremely rock-hard floor.

I had a giant bruise on my forehead to prove it. I’ll get too that story later.

Not only did that scenario ruin my day, it scared me the whole morning. While I was brushing my teeth I found myself looking over my shoulder, to see if he was standing there. When I was peeing I skeptically stared at the ventilation system over the door. When I was eating my toast, I chewed forty times, taking a sip of water in between every bite. While I got dressed, I went into my closet with a flashlight, encase someone dressed in a giant black robe, and a scythe decided to pop out of nowhere saying ‘Hey Cupcake-Strawberry-Shortcake-Cream-On—damn! Nice rack!’

It was a shot in the dark, but I found it necessary. So after all of those events early in the morning, I finally started to get ready for work.

This is when it gets real good.

I heavily applied makeup to the upper left side of my forehead where I fell on the floor. It still was obviously there, tinted a dark purple. Minutes later, I was in my room just minding my own business picking out which bra color I wanted, when I noticed a shadow over my bed. I must have let out the most blood-curdling, mind boggling, ear shattering scream I had ever made.

Guess who decided to hang his freaky black robe over my bed, this time to really scare the living crap out of me?

And finally, guess what Marcy said when I came out of my room all wide-eyed frommy little present.

“Faith, hold it. I just remembered something! The guy finally came to change the air conditioning yesterday morning! His name was…” She looked thoughtfully at the floor for his name. “Got it! His name was Dean! He said you and him were friends or something. Anyways, he told me he had some trouble coming here because of some car incident by our apartment, and he wanted to tell us that he would try and come another day. Can you believe that? All this time we’ve been waiting for the Air conditioner guy, and he gets in a car accident on the way here!”

Yeah, and he probably died in it. That guy wasn’t the A.C guy; he just wanted to make sure I knew that someone put that giant-ass robe in my room, which he will probably want back later. By he of course I mean the hooded man, or 'Death.'

Well, that’s what I wanted to say back, but I'm a big baby.

“Oh,” I replied quietly, not shocked at all that the hooded figure would do something like that. Thoughts raced into my mind that this ‘thing’ could get into my house, with or without a cross. I started to panic, until I glanced over at our front door. I walked calmly over to my door, and gingerly placed a giant cross next to the door I had under the cabinet.

I turned to my best friend, pointing a finger at her sternly. “Marcy, listen to me. Don’t take this cross down ever again. Jesus is our savior you know.”

"Ok..." After she nodded her head, staring at me like I was crazy. I walked back into my room, closed the door gently, and immediately scheduled a session with my Therapist, Yumi-Yumi. No seriously that’s her name. I’m nice enough not to make any jokes about it, and just call her 'Yumi' for short.

Maybe while I was on the phone with her, I should have told her I was staring at the most horrifyingly real costume of the Grim Reaper, dangling from my ceiling.



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I nodded out of my flashback, narrowing my eyes at the coffee pot.

He better be up when I get back.

I sighed as I poured the coffee into the giant mug. I walked it carefully to the elevator and held onto the railing once I got in. When the elevator started to move, I balanced it carefully in my hands. Minutes past until the doors finally opened to the top floor, and my tired frame walked down the hallway into the office. I passed Tiara aka the ‘Red Headed Witch’ at the receptionist desk.

“Hey,” I muttered, not looking her directly in the eye. I had heard when you look at her in the eyes you turn to stone.

She didn’t even look up.

When I got to David’s door I had to open the handle with one hand. The mug was filled straight to the top, so it teetered and tottered over the edges. The door abruptly opened, to a sleepy David. He snatched the coffee out of my hands before I could even blink, and closed his door back up.

“Really!” I whispered at the door, so Tiara wouldn’t have something to go on about. I banged on his door once. “David let me in I got you coffee!”The door opened again, to reveal his middle finger. I grabbed onto it, pulling myself into the room.

The windows were still held with shades, and his couch was still messy. I stared up at the tired-looking David, with my hands on my hips. I wanted him to apologize to me for what he had said the day before.

“What?” he asked, sipping at his coffee while managing to lift a curious, dark eyebrow.

“You know what! And stop making that face!”

He rose his eye brow on purpose, while blowing on his coffee. “Why, I have no idea what you are talking about. What face?”

I let out a tiny roar, using all my energy not to stomp my foot onto his.

David made a sour face, pursing his lips in a funny way. “Assistant, this coffee suck—“

I grabbed the coffee out of his hands. “Then don’t drink it.”

He grabbed it back. “I never said I wasn’t.”

“You implied it!” I grabbed the mug from his hand, but he kept a grip on it. We fought back and forth, until we held it in between us.

“It’s mine,” he growled.

“I made it!”

“And I want it!”

“Why? It’s not like it snaps you out of your moods! And you don’t want it! You just want it because I want it!”

At that point I was screaming at the top of my lungs. He let go of the mug, putting his hands up. “Ok Faith, you can have the—“

A knock on the door brought both of our heads to it.

Tiara opened the door with a giant, fake smile on her lips. “Hey Boss, I um I got you a latte.”

David eyed the latte with so much hunger, it was practically dripping off of him like a strawberry ice-cream cone sitting in the burning hot sun. “Is it vanilla?” he whispered, reaching out to it slowly. I snatched it before he did, making Tiara give me a wide look that read: ‘What the hell?’

“No sorry, I think its carmel,” she replied, after giving me the nastiest look. It was clear to me how infactuated she was with David Star.

He flashed her flirty smile, looking at the cup in my hands “That’s alright. Vanilla's usually my favorite though. But I'll drink anything with the word 'latte' in it.” He looked up at me, his chocolate brown eyes narrowing.

Carmel was my favorite, and we both knew it. If I could trade my house for a large carmel latte with whipped cream, I would do it in an instant.

Tiara was too much in awe by him to say anything else. She gave him a small wave, and then left the room. My mouth stayed open, at how in love with him she was. While I stared at the door, I noticed a pair of brown eyes eyeing my hand.

“David,” I said slowly, as his eyes stayed glued to my drink. “David, don’t you dare—“

He dove towards the cup, latching onto it with his teeth. I held the cup to his mouth, while he gulped it down. When I realized that I was basically bottle-feeding him, I pulled it away. “Hey! What the hell was--?”

The man took no time to speak, and just grabbed it out of my hand again. He put his palm out to my forehead, stopping me from coming closer. He turned his head away from me, tilting the cup to his mouth. I pushed forward against his large hand, trying to reach him as he drank down the large latte.

“David!” I screamed, jabbing at his side. He let go of my forehead, holding the cup up tauntingly.

“You want this?” he asked, pointing to it. I jumped for it in my heels, almost breaking an ankle. He would move the cup up every time I tried to reach it.

“Too slow.” I jumped again. “Way to slow.” I jumped again. “Ok this is just great—“

I started to climb his body, wrapping my arms around his neck. He protested against my nails, ending up struggling against the wall. “Mine!” he bellowed, straining away from my clinging body. I reached for the cup at his raised arm, my legs tightly around his waist.

My hand finally had grabbed onto the cup, as I held onto his neck with a tight grip. He let out a chuckle,and we ended up fighting over the cup again. This time our faces were practically touching. At one point we touched noses in an Eskimo Kiss. By Eskimo Kiss, I mean we legit moved our noses against each other.

"Wow," he commented, making a great emphasis of the words on his lips. "We um..."

I let out a nervous giggle when we both stopped to look at our predicament. His left hand was holding me up by my lower back; mine was around his neck so I wouldn’t fall. But at one point I must have put my hand inside the back of his orange dress shirt, because I could feel his skin.

“This is…really awkward isn’t it,” I said, finally speaking the truth. The cup was now in my hand but I was too destracted by his tight hold on me. "'Really, really, really un-professional and akward."

He grinned ear to ear. "I don’t see it, Miss Williams. I find this completely normal.”

The cup fell to the ground with a splash.

David’s mouth went into an ‘O’ as well as mine as we stared at the mess. The contents of the delicious drink seeped into the carpet.

I pouted, letting out a pretend cry. “I didn’t even get a sip.”

“You dropped it,” he pointed out, returning his attention back to me. "That's a really expensive carpet. Probably worth more that the first floor of this building."

I stared at his lips as he spoke, smelling the Carmel latte on them.

I wonder if they would taste like…

"Are you even listening to me?" His mouth twitched with amusement. He blew a little on my nose catching onto my thoughts. I hit his shoulder while he snickered. “Sorry, I had to you were staring.”

“Whatever,” I growled crankily, quickly climbing off of him and then stepping away. I brushed down my messed up blouse as well as my hair. “I came here today to quit, just so you know.”

The man ignored me walking past me to the couch. He lay onto it lazily, putting the blanket on top of him. I scowled at him, but his back was turned to me. “Night.”

“Are you serious? That's your response to what I just said?”

“Yep.”

I walked over to him, giving him a shake. “You need to get up.”

“Déjà vu,” his deep voice mumbled into the couch. “Good luck getting me off this couch. I have a day off today. Well, most of the day at least I have a eight o'clock. Stupid woman can't give me a damn break.”

I frowned at that last comment. “Then why are you even here!"

Why am I even here?

He smiled with his eyes closed. It was kind of creepy, not going to lie. “This couch is—“ he yawned heavily. “Quite comfy.”

“Didn’t you just drink a whole latte?”

David rolled over onto his back, putting his arm over his eyes. “I’ll sleep through anything.”

“I know that.”

“Then you know that I’m going to sleep.”

“We all want to sleep!”I yelled, getting frustrated. “Heck, I barely slept last night!” I wasn’t going to say why I didn’t sleep (the night before's incidents), but I could say I didn’t sleep.

He put his thick arm at his side nudging my knee with his finger. “Then sleep with me. I’m a bed warmer you know.” The way he said it implied he didn’t want to just snuggle.

His snickering made my cheeks heat up.

I smacked his thigh, making him grunt. “Stop it.”

David rolled over against the leather couch again, clapping before he did so. The lights dimmed so that we could barely see anything, but I did see the outside of his tattoo. It glowed slightly on the outter edges. I stood there awkwardly, not believing he was doing this. “I’m out of here.”

A hand grabbed onto my leg, pulling me backwards. I fell onto the couch, sandwiched against David’s chest. “Sleepy time?”

“No,” I whined, quickly laughing as he pretended to snore loudly. “David, no snuggling! What if your Dad comes in here or something…?”

He snorted, shifting on the large couch. “He’d probably give me a swift pat on the back. I’m kind of falling off here, can you stop pushing me away?”

“I moved away from you because you were literally smelling my hair!”

There was a pause.

“Was not.”

I smiled, trying to suppress a laugh. I actually started getting comfortable on the couch, until I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to have that nightmare again; I wouldn’t have that nightmare again.

“David?”

He groaned, getting cranky again.“What.”

“Your tattoo…”

“Yes, I glow in the freaking dark. Now let me sleep before I put tape over your mouth.”

A few moments passed when finally I started to feel David’s breathing grow deeper. He kept his arm at his side, his nose once again in my black hair. I don’t know how long I stayed there until I realized that David was more comfortable with me then I was with him.

That’s when he wrapped his heavy arm around me, caging me against his muscled chest for the next three and half hours.