It was a beautiful I-don't-know-day morning. The birds were chirping, Kylie was snoring, and Leon was tied to the chair in the middle of the room with a gag in his mouth.
I let out an inaudible mutter as I slipped on the floor from shock.
Kylie bolted up from her slumber, instantly in defense mode. She had grabbed the knife that was under her pillow and pointed it at me. It was clear that she was still half-asleep and would kill anyone right now.
"You sleep with a knife under your pillow?" I asked incredulously.
"Hmm?" She mumbled, nodding off, "Oh, it's just you..."
With that, she went back to sleep.
I turned my attention back to Leon who was looking at me with an annoyed expression.
"What? Don't look at me like that, it's not like a normal person sleeps with a knife under their pillow." I reasoned while I untied him.
As he was finally released, he quickly took away the gag.
"Why couldn't you just take this off first?" He growled as he did some faces, clenching his jaw a few times.
"I didn't want to hear your naggy voice yet." I shrugged.
"You know, you sleep with a gun under your pillow." He informed me.
"Seriously?" I questioned, lifting up my pillow.
True to his word, Leon smirked as he watched my face drain. I stared at the guns and knives that were stained with blood that was under my pillow.
"What the actual fuck?" I murmured.
"Surprised?"
"Shut up, idiot."
"You're the idiot, idiot."
"You're an idiot-er."
"Making up words?"
"Shut up, idiot."
"You're the idi— see, now we're just going in circles."
I bit back a smile and twirled around, only to bump into him again.
"Oops, sorry." I apologized, putting my hands up in surrender.
He was so close... Just a little push and there would literally be no space between us.
"This is comfy." He said with a smirk.
"This is comfy to you?" I questioned.
"I mean, better than being tied up in a chair."
"Why were you tied up anyway? And how the hell did you even end up at our room?"
He laughed, as if the answer was as ridiculous as a unicorn riding a pony.
"What?" I questioned.
"You don't remember? You must have been hella drunk last night."
"Drunk? Me? Mister, I'll have you know I have never drank in my entire li—"
"Lies." He interrupted, giving me a devilish smile.
"Lies? If I had been drunk, wouldn't I have a hangover or something?"
"Oh, it must have worked, then."
"What worked?"
He smiled, "Don't get mad at me?"
"Depends on the gravity of the situation."
"What are your standards?"
"Well, the worst possible thing that you could have done is, I don't know, feed me human flesh with drugs."
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The Sweet Kind of Crazy
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