I woke up the next morning to Chris. "Blair?" "Yeah?" I asked, turning over to face him. "I need some water." He grumbled. "Okay." I said, and stumbled out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen. I poured some water, and walked back. I gave it to him and he chugged it back. "Pills." He said. I felt bad for the poor thing! One hand was badly cut and in stitches, and the other arm and hand was burned. I got up and got him some more water, and then gave him is pill. He took it then sat up. "I feel like shit." He said. "I'm sorry." I said, and rubbed his back. I made a really sad, pitiful looking face and I laughed. "Come on. Lets get some breakfast. You dirtied most of the dishes last night." I said. "I did?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. I helped him up and started a shower for him. He needed help because he couldn't get his burn or the stiches in his hand wet. He kept laughing at making me laugh. "Just get in here with me. It would be a lot less awkward." He said. I laughed, then undressed and climbed in with him. "Thank you. It was humialtlinging the other way." "It was WHAT?" I asked. "Words aren't coming out quite right." He said, and I laughed. "Aparently." I said. When we were done I helped him get ready, and then got ready myself. I drove us to a diner down the street and we each got some cinnimon rolls and coffee. The waitress kept hitting on Chris, but he was stoned from the pills so he didn't notice. I kept giggling and the waitress would give me funny looks. We got back home and I culed up in Chris' bed with him. "Can you read me the comic?" He asked. "No!" I said, laughing. "No seriously, please? I tried reading it, but it hurts my head." He said. "Uh, okay." I said, and he smiled and handed it to me. I read about half of it before I looked over and Chris was sleeping. "I guess I know what it's like to have son now." I said, and closed the comic. I looked at it, then reopened it and continued to read. I was oddly enjoying it! I would never admit to Chris or Brody though. Eventualy I fell asleep too. "Blair!" Chris shouted, and I jumped. I must have been alseep for a couple hours. "What?" I asked. "You are so caught!" He said. "What?" I asked, and sat up. The comic book fell off of my chest. "Damn it!" I said. "You were reading it! After I fell asleep." He said, laughing. "Fine. It wasn't as dumb as I thought it was, okay?" I said, and he kept laughing. "SHUT UP!" I said, and hit him in the chest with it.
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I woke up the next morning to Chris.
"Blair?"
"Yeah?" I asked, turning over to face him.
"I need some water." He grumbled.
"Okay." I said, and stumbled out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen. I poured some water, and walked back. I gave it to him and he chugged it back.
"Pills." He said. I felt bad for the poor thing! One hand was badly cut and in stitches, and the other arm and hand was burned. I got up and got him some more water, and then gave him is pill. He took it then sat up.
"I feel like shit." He said.
"I'm sorry." I said, and rubbed his back. I made a really sad, pitiful looking face and I laughed.
"Come on. Lets get some breakfast. You dirtied most of the dishes last night." I said.
"I did?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said. I helped him up and started a shower for him. He needed help because he couldn't get his burn or the stiches in his hand wet. He kept laughing at making me laugh.
"Just get in here with me. It would be a lot less awkward." He said. I laughed, then undressed and climbed in with him.
"Thank you. It was humialtlinging the other way."
"It was WHAT?" I asked.
"Words aren't coming out quite right." He said, and I laughed.
"Aparently." I said. When we were done I helped him get ready, and then got ready myself. I drove us to a diner down the street and we each got some cinnimon rolls and coffee. The waitress kept hitting on Chris, but he was stoned from the pills so he didn't notice. I kept giggling and the waitress would give me funny looks.
We got back home and I culed up in Chris' bed with him.
"Can you read me the comic?" He asked.
"No!" I said, laughing.
"No seriously, please? I tried reading it, but it hurts my head." He said.
"Uh, okay." I said, and he smiled and handed it to me. I read about half of it before I looked over and Chris was sleeping.
"I guess I know what it's like to have son now." I said, and closed the comic. I looked at it, then reopened it and continued to read. I was oddly enjoying it! I would never admit to Chris or Brody though. Eventualy I fell asleep too.
"Blair!" Chris shouted, and I jumped. I must have been alseep for a couple hours.
"What?" I asked.
"You are so caught!" He said.
"What?" I asked, and sat up. The comic book fell off of my chest.
"Damn it!" I said.
"You were reading it! After I fell asleep." He said, laughing.
"Fine. It wasn't as dumb as I thought it was, okay?" I said, and he kept laughing.
"SHUT UP!" I said, and hit him in the chest with it.
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