Where's My Angel//James

[emmalise]

It had been a rather rough day for Emma-Lise. It was this very day exactly a year ago that she was pulled out of that horrific foster home and sentanced to a life of fear and not trusting another person again. She didn't even go to classes that morning, too upset at remembering what had happened and not wanting to make a complete fool of herself in front of everyone. No one could blame her though. She had been through hell and back, and what girl didn't diserve a little melt down every once in awhile? So for the day, she had basically baricaded herself in her dorm room and wouldn't talk to anyone. Not even her favorite therapist. Hell, her own roommate wouldn't have been able to get a word out of her if she tried. No, Emma just wanted to be alone and away from people for the day.

And she pulled it off nicely, having avoided people while running to the bathroom to take a quick shower or running to the kitchens for a small bite to eat. She could be a ninja with her skills. Granted, she's a naturally very tiny person, and has the 'I'm invisible' vibe going for her, so most people just ignored her if they did see her. But she only left her room for the necessities. If she didn't love food so much, she probably would have just gone the day without eating. However, she wasn't anorexic in the least bit, and she needed her food to survive, or else she would just be a very depressed and angry person. She was fine with being a bit depressed from time to time, but she hated being grumpy because she was hungry. And a grumpy Emma, even though she was small, was not someone you wanted to deal with.

After having raiding the kitchen, Emma went back to her dorm, crawled under her covers and immediately fell asleep. She had hoped she was good for the night and ready to sleep the entire night through, but her brain had other plans for her. Like waking her up from a nightmare that had been plaguing her for years now. Rolling over in bed, she chewed on her lower lip as she looked at the time. 2:30 in the morning? What was she supposed to do now? Attempting to go back to bed would only result in more nightmare if she managed to pull it off. She sat up, pulling her covers with her and grabbing for the teddy bear that her real father had given her before he passed away. Holding it to her chest, she contemplated what she could do to pass the time. There was always the computer, or the kitchen, and perhaps her cello, if she played quietly. Glancing over at her sleeping roommate, she sighed softly. The cello was out of the question. And she was quite full from earlier, which meant the kitchen would be pointless.

Standing up, she finally had a destination mind. Though she didn't completely trust him yet, he was the closest thing to a friend that she had, and maybe, just maybe, he too was awake and in need of some company. And hopefully he wouldn't mind that she remained in her PJ's either. At least they were cute. Her bottoms were soft Hello Kitty shorts, with pale pink, blue, and yellow stripes. She was wearing a matching plain, pale blue tank top, and little pink bootie slippers with white pom poms on the toes that she had slipped over her feet. Slipping into a white knitted sweater, she grabbed her bear and moved quietly toward the door. She was good at not making much noise as she shut the door behind her and made her way toward the east wing. It was somewhat chilly in the hallways, but nothing that resulted in her needing a bigger jacket. No, she just pulled her knitted sweater closer around her and hugged her teddy bear to her chest.

Making her way to James' dorm room, she was curious as to if others actually went out to walk this late at night. She couldn't have been the only person with insomnia around this place. For the time being, she was quite glad that she seemed to be the only one out and about though. Upon arriving at his dorm, she paused in front of his door, raising her small hand and rapping on it quietly. She didn't want to wake his roommate, but she didn't want him not to hear her either. She stood there, holding her bear and looking both quite adorable and mildly pathetic as she waited for someone to answer the door.

[james thomas leroy]

The night was fairly uneventful. Things were going quite nicely for James now. The war with Aleks seemed to be on hold for now, almost as thought both had agreed to a temporary armistice minus the peace talks. It gave him time to go back to his old ways, when he would pretend to be perfectly normal and was truly satisfied with just getting into people's heads and throwing in a few 'experiments' every now and then.

Lying in bed, James was perfectly comfortable. He had managed to drift off to sleep, though that didn't last very long. Hearing a soft knock at the door, he stirred and wondered if he had imagined it. His room mate was a deep sleeper and thus not any help at all.

Sitting up in bed, he starred at the door for a moment. He was certain he hadn't imagined it. Getting up, he decided to check for himself. Pulling the door slowly open, what he saw wasn't what he had expected at all.

There stood Emma-lise. Her tiny 5' frame looked even smaller as she stood there clutching her little teddy bear. James stood, hunched over a little but there was no denying the fact that at 6'4'' he still towered over her. She was wearing her cute little hello kitty PJs that only added to the sweet, innocent image she had and that teddy bear had already set up. He smiled when he saw her, but then let it slip just slightly as though he had realized that there had to be a reason for this visit.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, sounding very much as though he cared. With a hand gently at her arm, he ushered her into the room where it was much warmer. There was no point in standing out in the hallway. Closing the door, he left it ajar, knowing that it might make her feel a lot safer if she knew she could get out should anything bad happen. "What's wrong?" he asked again, looking down at the girl with hints of concern and slight worry.

He didn't know yet why she was here but this was a big sign that she might trust him and that was enough to keep James interested. This was far better than sleep. This was something that could keep him entertained for a while, despite the fact that he was only just waking up again from the interrupted sleep and thus unable to come up with an real plan of action.

[emmalise]

Looking up at James, she blinked a few times. He looked groggy, like she had woken him up. She bit down on her bottom lip"I... I..." She walked briskly as he gently lead her into his room. She glanced around the dark room, her eyes having adjusted to the darkness quickly. Turning back around to face him, she saw the door left open ajar. She smiled at the thought of him doing so, keeping her from being shut in completely. She held her teddy bear in front of her, allowing it to dangle on her thighs. Swallowing, she shrugged lightly and spoke softy, "I had a nightmare... And I didn't, I didn't want to be alone."

She moved toward what she had assumed was his bed, seeing as the other one had a breathing lump on it, and sat down on the edge of it. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, holding the bear to her shins and resting her chin on top of her knees. She rolled her eyes up to look at him through her thick eyelashes. "I'll leave... If you want to sleep.... I just... I wanted..." She paused and shrugged, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She wasn't sure what she wanted exactly. But she was certain that she didn't want to be alone, and she was also certain that he was the best person she could turn to. He knew the most about her.... The only one that knew anything about her, really.

[james thomas leroy]

She looked upset about something. It wasn't a completely obvious upset, more of a subtle 'something's wrong and you can see it in my eyes' sort of upset but James never failed to pick up on even the subtlest of hints.

James nodded. Nightmare, probably about that foster family. They had hurt her and she was still affected by it, even today. It was normal for people to do that but James doubted he would've been the same. He wouldn't let things continue to affect him negatively. He would have done something about it, put an end to it and move on. Sure he could hold a grudge for an eternity but that was only one of his many skills.

It was dark but James had great night vision. The cover of darkness was perfect for a guy who did a lot of things that society deemed to be 'bad'. It wasn't nice to have to hide all the time but he did it well.

He watched as she moved over to his bed and sat down. Pretty little thing that she was, James suddenly felt a genuine urge to keep her. She was a person not an object but James had a strange way of seeing the world. She was like a fragile little doll and he wanted to keep her safe. It wasn't the strangest thing in the world. He had been this way several times before. Only it didn't always go according to plan. For someone reason free will would start to kick in and ruin everything.

James just shook his head when she began to speak. He wasn't about to let her go back out into the darkness and be alone in her room again. She had come here for company and she would get company for as long as she needed it. "Stay for as long as you need to," he told her, moving over to the bed, his eyes still half closed but his mind becoming more alert.

Sitting down, he pull the covers over them and put arm around her. He was only in a pair of black silk boxers but with the covers, it was less of a problem. It was a closeness that the girl might not have liked but James made sure do it only to comfort her and make her feel better. He was never forceful or pushy about it. He liked to let people go at their own pace and just see what happens. "You can stay the night if it'll help," he told her. "Or try and get some sleep. I'll be here if you have another nightmare," he told her. "I'll keep you safe," he whispered the promise, his eyes starting to close again. He wasn't about to make her talk about it. If she wanted to she would but the invitation was put out there at least.

[emmalise]

Emma smiled sweetly at his remark. She could stay as long as she needed… which not only made her feel comfortable, but made her think that he really was a good guy. What person would stay awake in order to make sure she was okay and feeling better? Her parents were the only people that she could think of, but now she could add James to that very tiny list. ”Thank you, James.”

As he moved toward her, she took the chance to actually look him over. He was gorgeous… and screamed masculine. She bit down on her bottom lip, taking in the site. When he sat down next to her and grabbed for the covers to pull over them, she recoiled a way from him a bit. But as he put his arm around her, she immediately relaxed into him, resting her head against him. He wasn’t making anything awkward… or being pushy in the slightest. She couldn’t show her appreciation enough.

Upon hearing his next words, Emma shook her head slightly. She wasn’t tired… and she definitely didn’t want to wake up and find him gone for some reason or another. He still had a roommate… one that was male and that she didn’t know a thing about. ”I’m not really tired…” She said, curling up closer to him and using him to hold her up. Hearing his next words had her sighing with relief, as well as blushing. She needed someone to keep her safe. And she needed to thank him for it, though she didn‘t quite know how. Looking up at him, she stretched up just enough to place a light kiss on his cheek. That was how the girls had always thanked their prince charming in the movies….

Placing her head back against him, she looked up at his now closing eyes. Smiling, she took this time to look over his facial features. He had such smooth features… everything pieced together perfectly. ”You should be a model…” She immediately covered her mouth with one of her hands, a look of pure shock on her face. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud and now she felt embarrassed. Her cheeks were covered in a thick blush as she looked over at his bare chest.

[james thomas leroy]

James just smiled when she thanked him. It wasn't much of an offer. It didn't require too much effort but it did seem almost nice of him, especially when an ulterior motive wasn't obvious yet. So far, James was just doing this for the sake of doing it. He had no end result in mind but it was nice in a way and so he had no reason to stop being nice to this girl. Besides, if she could be the first step to everyone thinking he was normal then perhaps he might get out of this place without being thrown into another one just like it, or worse.

"Alright," he said. If she wasn't tired then he'd just have to wake up a little more. Sleep was out of the question right now but James didn't mind. This was interesting too. At least, that was what he told himself. James just held her when she moved closer. This was definitely a sign that his plan was going well. She trusted him, good.. Now to figure out what he wanted to do with that trust. One of his main goals was to get out of Hawthorne and never go back to a place like it again and that meant stepping up the organization and the feigned normalcy. So far he had done quite well with Emma and a few other people who didn't yet know what he was capable of.

James just smiled when she kissed him on the cheek. It was strange though and had to look away for a second as it faded quickly. He had reacted without thinking to do so. Usually he smiled, knowing that this was the reaction he should have but this time it just happened and that was weird. He needed a moment to think about what the hell was going on there but at the same time, he couldn't just pull away. James decided he would leave that for later.

James had to laugh quietly at her words. "Can't say I've heard that before," he told her, still amused by it. A model? It hadn't ever crossed his mind. He couldn't help the grin when she covered her mouth and looked embarrassed. It was cute. Pulling her close, he rested his cheek against her head. She was just so small but he liked that. She could probably be a model too with the way she looked, a commercial model, it'd be perfect but James refrained from saying it out loud because he knew he'd never like the idea of sharing her.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked instead. It was a lot colder outside with the blanket over them and his body heat, he figured it would be alright but the girl was so small and sweet that James couldn't help but think of her as the fragile little creature he wanted to keep.

[emmalise]

Slowly lowering her fingers from her lips, Emma smiled at his chuckle. He had never heard that one before? Well that was just crazy talk. Then again, there were probably a few people who thought it and just never said it out loud... like she had. She was pretty excellant at saying things out of turn or accidently saying something that had been completely meant for herself and her own mind. At least he hadn't hit her yet. And he didn't look as though he was going to any time soon. Which made her even more comfortable with the situation.

Feeling him rest his cheek against the top of her head, Emma smiled to herself before speaking up, "Well... It's true... You really could be a model... For Gucci or some big brand like that." She wasn't exactly big on knowing about the high end things... Having spent years in foster care, she just knew what she liked and what she could afford. That never bothered her though... She was good at making a simple outfit, gorgeous. It just took a few minutes and some accessories.

Nodding her head, she actually moved to sit up and slip her knitted sweater off her shoulders and down her slender arms. She tossed it onto a nearby chair and sat her teddy bear next to her. Adjusting her speghetti straps, she curled back up against him, resting her head on his shoulder and placing one hand delicately on his chest. She could feel the soft thumping of his heart, and she liked it. It was nice... Proof that she wasn't still laying in bed in her own dorm and dreaming this up. Granted, she wouldn't mind having a good dream like this, but she much preferred the real thing.

Sighing comfortably, she closed her eyes to both listen in on his heart beat for a few moments. It was too soothing... To the point of making her drowsy. But she didn't want to sleep. She wanted to spend time with James and learn more about him. The good and the bad... He already knew her story, and why she was there at least. Keeping her eyes closed, she spoke up softly, "Why were you sent to Hawthorne? If-If you wanna tell me.... You don't have to though." Though she wanted to know, she wasn't going to beg. In fact whether or not he did tell her, she was just as content with being curled up next to him... Safer than any other place she could think of.

[james thomas leroy]

James did have a lot of height on him and he was pretty lean, he could probably pull off being a model but not for long. A job like that just wasn't mentally stimulating enough for him and he was prone to getting bored and boredom was the one thing he could not tolerate.

James just smiled. Well, it was a thought but not one he could see himself ever following through with. "I suppose. I don't think I could ever do it though, I'd get bored. I'd need a job that lets me think a lot.. Something in Science or maybe Medicine.. Or perhaps research," he told her. He was giving her something real for once and he was actually letting her get to know him a bit but James still had to keep his secrets from her. As long as no one came in and ruined it, there wouldn't be a problem.

"What do you want to do after high school?" James asked, wondering where she saw herself after high school or even a few years after that. James gave her some space as she took her sweater off. James watched the teddy bear and sweater sit on his chair by his desk. Just carelessly swung over it. He liked things neat but he wasn't overly compulsive about it, though in this care it might be helpful to be.

Moving away, James left her for a second to move to his desk, perfect timing as she asked her question. He grinned at the great timing but the darkness and the fact that he had his back to her hid it perfectly. Picking up the sweater he folded it neatly and placed it on his desk to the side before sitting the teddy bear on top of it.

He had been staring at it up until he stood up which was enough to add to his answer to her. "Mild OCD.. and some anger issues associated with that," he told her. "Personally I think it's more like anger out of frustration," he told her with a shrug, as he sat back down with her in his former position. It made sense, if he was that much of a perfectionist then he would get frustrated and angry if things weren't right but he had said nothing about being violent. That was something else entirely.

[emmalise]

He was intelligent. Highly intelligent if he had wanted to do something in science, medicine, or research. Smiling, she added a little comment, "Perhaps medicine research? There is a lot of people needed in that field." From what she could tell, there was a major need for medicine researchers. She remembered going to the childrens hospital with her mom when she was younger, playing with barbies and cars with the kids with cancer and listening to her mother read them a story. The memory brought a sweet smile to her lips.

Upon being asked what she wanted to do after highschool, Emma shrugged. She hadn't really thought about it all that much. She had a couple ideas of as for a direction, but nothing set in stone. "Uhm... Well, there are a few things I'd like to do... Become a professional chef and maybe run my own restaurant. Become a world reknown cellist and teach when I'm not touring.... Or a maybe even just a councilar. To help people like.... us." She didn't think that any of her ideas were special, but they were a destination nonetheless and one that she could work towards in the next two years.

Emma bit down on her lip when James got up and fixed her sweater all while telling her why he was there. It made perfect sence... She had noticed the little things he had done, like setting his shoes perfectly side by side near the bench when they had gone ice skating. Chewing on her nails and curling into herself, she spoke quietly, "I'm terribly sorry about tossing my sweater so carelessly to the side... If-if I had known, I wouldn't have.... I don't want to get you frustrated. I-I want to keep you happy." Her voice trailed off at the end as she shrugged, her words a bit mumbled by her fingers covering her mouth. But her tone was genuine. She really did want to keep him happy and she was going to do what it took to do so. She was a major people pleaser after all. She just didn't fear him as much as she did other men. Meaning she would keep him happy because she wanted to, not because she had to.

[james thomas leroy]

"I've been thinking about that," he admitted. Research meant less of a need to deal with people directly and thus he would have more time to himself to just do his work in peace. It seemed like the better option. Having to talk to people about their illness would have been alright too. James could see himself as a Doctor. Most didn't make it all the way because they let it affect them emotionally and James wouldn't have that problem. He would always see it objectively and that was generally useful in that field. Plus he had the added bonus of not caring too much when he had to give bad news. He would fake concern but then be over it as soon as his shift ended.

"Cancer research has been a major field," he said, thinking about it. "Funny how the thing that lets cancer grow is the same thing that can stop aging," he said off-handedly, not thinking that she probably wouldn't know what he was talking about until after the words were said. James blamed that on how tired he felt at that moment. "I'm talking about telomeres.. Human chromosomes are capped by them. They prevent the ends of it from becoming deteriorated," he explained. It was amazing the information you could get when you spent a day goggling science journals out of boredom.

"All perfectly good options," James decided. He didn't care for councilors but only because they couldn't really help him in anyway. His was a condition without a cure and he didn't quite care either way because he saw nothing wrong with the way e was. Perhaps it could even be a push in the right direction for human evolution.

"You know, I haven't heard you play the cello," he told her. "I think I'd like to," he told her. He liked classical music, perhaps he might actually enjoy hearing her play and if he felt inclined to, they might even make it a duet with him on the piano.

James just smiled. "It's fine, gives me something to do," he told her. "Besides, you're definitely the least frustrating thing in my life right now," he told her. She was just so sweet and easy to manipulate. James liked that n a girl but it was still so rare so now that he had found her, he wasn't about to let her go so easily.

Things had been similar with Eliza. He had gotten possessive and all but with her, he enjoyed hurting her. He wanted to protect her from everyone but himself and that didn't go so well. Eliza found someone just like him and he stabbed her for it. He had put an end to that himself but he didn't care. It was what was best. He didn't want a girl like her. What he wanted, was someone like Emma-lise, someone he'd want to keep and care for and even protect from himself. It was as though he had found himself a new challenge. How long could he keep her perfectly sweet and innocent and safe? Well, he would just have to wait and see.

[emmalise]

She continued to chew on her bottom lip as he spoke. She had remembered learning this in biology last year, which wasn't her best subject. But at least it rang a bell so she didn't feel like a complete idiot. Giggling softly and smiling over at him, her voice was sweet sounding, "You're really intelligent, James. It sounds like you have a good future ahead of you." Now if only she could be so lucky. If she worked hard enough though, all would fall into place where it rightfully belonged.

Looking up at him, Emma smiled, a light blush rolling over cheeks. He wanted to hear her play? She loved playing but was always hesitant to perform for an audience. But nonetheless, "I'd love to play for you. Just no Pachabel.... That man had a definite vendetta against all cellists." She giggled some before continuing. "Do you play an instrument?" She always enjoyed talking to a fellow musician, especially when they actually knew what they were talking about. The good ole classical music.

Curling in close to him more, she could tell he was tired. "We... uhm, we could lay down if you'd like. I can tell you're tired... Even though you are trying to stay awake for me. She looked up at him, her big blue eyes scanning over his face. She wouldn't mind laying next to him for a few hours.... And if she did fall asleep, she would just have to hope that he was right there next to her in the morning so she didn't have a panic attack. And to say thanks for allowing her to stay and for comforting her, she would make him breakfast in the morning. It was the least she could do after all.

[james thomas leroy]

"I hope I do or I'd be extremely bored," he said, sounding more like himself than the false identify he liked to take on. Having laid the ground work, James found he could be a little more like himself and a little less focused on every tiny detail he let her have of him.

James laughed a little. "It's Cannon in D, isn't it? It is a horrible part for a cellist. I couldn't imagine playing it, I'd be so bored," he admitted. He knew his classical music rather well. "I do," he told her. "I play the piano," he told her. Thinking about it, a full-sized cello was rather large and Emma wasn't particularly tall. "You don't play a full sized cello, do you?" he asked, more looking for a confirmation to his assumption.

"I'd probably risk falling asleep," he told her. Being comfortable was the first step after all. "I suppose it'd be better than just sitting here," he admitted. It would be easier on his back too since he was sort of hunched over. "Alright, we'll do that," he said, moving to lie down, and making sure she had enough room with the blanket over them both.

She had such perfectly blue eyes, so bright and full of life, Jams was certain he wouldn't close his with her being right there. It was a much better sight, despite the color been much duller than it really was thanks to the dim lights than filter through the window.

"If I fall sleep, feel free to wake him, shouldn't take much, I'm a very light sleeper," he told her. He couldn't promise not falling asleep but at least he could promise waking up should she need him for whatever reason. At least this way he was still holding her close.

[emmalise]

Laying down next to him, she turned on her side to face him, curling up into a small ball. Her smile was vibrant as she heard him say Cannon in D. "That is probaby the worst song ever created for the cellist... A whole 8 notes for 54 measures... I counted." And when she would play the song class, she'd sit back and make faces at the teacher when she wasn't paying attention. She enjoyed those days... When she was worry free and just all around happy.

Laughing some, she leaned forward to rest her head on his chest before continuing. "I play my mom's French style cello. It's thinner and slightly smaller than a full size but larger than a 3/4. Perfect size for me." She actually enjoyed being her size. She was small yes, and it did have it's down sides, but for the most part she could do everything anyone else could. With slight modifications, naturally. She couldn't deny though, she extremely tiny next to James. He was so tall and built. But she liked it... So far as she knew, he was her safe haven. Nothing could touch her when he was around.

Yawning quietly, she mumbled through it a bit, "Since youplay the piano, we should have a duet some time." Closing her eyes, she listened to his heartbeat as it slowly thumped in his chest. She was growing drowsy, much like he had said would happen if they were to lay down. But at this point, she didn't mind. Nodding her head, she tilted her head to look up at him. "It's okay if you fall asleep... Just don't... uhm, leave me alone, okay?" Her voice was timid sounding. She would do fine so long as she didn't wake up alone.

[james thomas leroy]

James smiled at the thought, it was funny enough. "Now that's just plain cruel," he said. Why have the part in there at all. It couldn't have made that much of a difference if he was only going to have them play eight notes.

"I guess I'll see it when you play it for me," James said. "I'd like that," James said. A duet would be nice. He would most definitely play a song or two with her. It sounded as though she was quite good at it and with the fact that her mother had played too, he was certain that she must have started young or at least at a good age. Yes, she would play quite well, he was certain of it.

James smiled. It was a simple request, one he could most definitely do. "I'm not going anywhere," he told her. This was actually quite nice, having her close. so soft and warm and comfortable. Closing his eyes, James slowly drifted back to sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, waking up for classes wasn't going to be an issue at least.

[[ gonna move on to the morning since there's not much else to add here ]]

Waking up, James rubbed his eyes and shielded them from the sun for a moment while he got used to the light. It was still fairly early and glancing over he could see his room mate was still asleep. He hadn't expected anything else really.

Looking down at Emma, he watched her sleep. He promised he would be here and he was. Though seeing as she was still asleep, he carefully, moved out of bed and went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth etc, there was no way he was going to lie in bed all morning and wait for her to wake up. He had to consider his needs as well, despite the fact that some might think it a little selfish.

Back in the room, he had made sure not to leave her for too long. He watched her for another moment, nothing wanting to get back in bed, he knew it would wake her. Dressed in jeans and a sweater over his shirt, James sat at the desk right by the bed. He pulled out a book to read but would glance over at her, waiting the the slightest sign of her waking her so that he could let her know that despite the fact that he wasn't still in bed, he was right there next to her.

As soon as he saw the slight movement, James put the book down and placed a hand gently on her shoulder to let her know he was there. He was very much awake now and everything about him was neat and in place, everything from his hair to his shoe lace, just the way he liked it."You can sleep in if you're still tired," he said quietly. He would still be there at least, since he didn't have much else he needed to do today.

[emmalise]

Emma fell asleep quickly after James said he wasn't going anywhere. And for the first time in a long time, she slept soundly, no dreams, no nightmares, just peace and quiet. She couldn't have asked for anything better actually, nor would she want to.

Upon waking up, her fingers moved to the side of the bed James was supposed to be on. Feeling nothing but sheets and blankets, she stirred a bit more, twisting around and looking for him. Feeling a hand brush her shoulder, she rolled her eyes to look up at him, her heartbeat slowing down some. She gave him a small smile before lifting up one of her hands and rubbing at her eyes in a tired fashion. She sat up, pulling the covers around her and hiding a yawn behind one of her hands. Shaking her head slightly, she smiled once more, "It's okay... I should be up anyway." For her, she had actually slept in, seeing as the sun was peaking in through the shades.

Her long blonde hair was wavy from sleeping, parted to the side and covering part of her face. Pulling at the straps of her tank top, she pushed her hair behind her ears and sat with her legs crossed facing him. He was all dressed and clean cut. Compared to her, he looked outstanding, and she looked a mess. Her cheeks turned a soft pink as she looked down at her lap, attempting to hide it. "You haven't been awake long, have you? I didn't mean to sleep in so late." Chewing on her bottom lip, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and began braiding her hair quickly, tying it with a small rubber band she had around her wrist. "Would you like some breakfast?" She asked him quietly, placing her hands in her lap and smiling.