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Chapter 5

-"I can because I believe you are the one who shapes you. Keon may have made you fear your revenge-driven crazy side, but no one but you is responsible for the funny, semi-responsible, life-changing John I know." I let go of him, and he sits up, then looking down at the floor.

-"You still want to be my friend, even after all of that? Even after what you saw today at the Turf War Grounds?"

-"I do, John." I look into his beautiful golden eyes. Full of sadness, but also hope. I want to be there to support him as a friend... but maybe, just maybe, in the future... as more. I don't know. I've always seen him as a good friend, no, a best friend, but I've felt different with him recently. At first I thought it was because I don't really spend much time with anyone else, and that he's good friend, but this is different. I feel at ease with John. Safe, knowing I'm next to him, even if I can defend myself. I want to be with him. I want to always be there for him.

-"Sera? Seraaaaaa? SERAAAA? SERAAAA?" Oh, dang, I totally zoned out.

-"Sorry, yeah, John?"

-"You zoned out for a bit there." He finally breaks a weak smile. I smile back at him.

-"I still need to work on my self control, though."

-"We all need to work on ourselves in one way or another." He lightly punches my arm.

-"Some more than others, dummy."

-"If anyone's the dummy, it's you!" I'm glad he's in a slightly better mood.

-"Whatever. I don't think either of us wants to cook tonight. I can get out some leftovers, if you'd like? I've got some pork and some rice."

-"That's fine with me, John."

We eat the reheated leftovers on the couch, and put away the dishes. We sit back on the couch, not really knowing what to do.

-"You wanna watch a movie, Sera? I wanna get my mind off of... everything."

-"Sure. You wanna take the bed tonight?"

-"Not really. I'm already here, and the bed is soo far awayyyyy."

-"Alright, ya lazy bum."

We start to watch some movies, never settling on a single one. I start to doze off on the couch... to be jarred awake by being shaken by the shoulders. I open my eyes, looking into John's eyes.

-"Oh no, not this time. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me, but fool me thrice, and I'm gonna slap you."

-"Hmph." I pout and cross my arms, eyes still semi-closed.

-"Go to bed sleepyhead, no use in being pouty." He ruffles my hair, and guides, or more pushes me towards the bedroom. He pushes me onto the bed and throws a blanket over me.

"Good. Night. Sera." I smile at him, to which he reluctantly reciprocates.

In the morning, I wake up to the smell of biscuits and sausages. Man, he constantly reminds me that he can cook. It's nice though. Tasty and convenient. I go over to the bathroom and quickly splash water on my face. I then walk over to the kitchen with the groggiest of faces.

-"Good morning sunshine! Come and get some grub." I mumble a thanks towards him, and sit down next to the counter.

"You're not much of a morning person, huh, Sera?" I mumble a yeah. He laughs.

"Maybe you should wake up a little before you come and eat." I finally gather the energy to form a coherent sentence.

-"I'll go wash up, and come back here."