Pyrokenisis

“D… Are you ok?” Charle asked getting off the bed and approaching him. D took his foot out of the trashcan and righted it. He then pushed her back down onto the bed gently and sat back in the chair.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” D replied and glared at the trashcan, looking a lot like a defeated child.

“If bookcases have a grudge against me, then I suppose Trashcans don’t like you!” Charle said jokingly trying to lighten the mood.

“Ha.” D said sarcastically then continued glaring at the trashcan, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“D.” Charle said carefully looking at him. “Is something wrong?” She asked looking at him from her place on the bed.

“No! I’mfine! Ineedmorecoffeehowaboutyou?” D said quickly, almost too quickly for her to understand, but she did catch the words coffee and you so she shook her head.
“No, I’m fine, I don’t need anymore coffee.” D took the chance to dash out of the room and smacked himself for being so stupid then realized that he did need some coffee. He returned to her room a little while later carrying his coffee and sat back down in the chair. Charle watched in amazement as he downed the cup of coffee in two gulps.

“Isn’t… Isn’t that hot?” She asked staring at him in amazement.

“Uh huh… yeah. It is. ‘M just used to it is all.” He said with a shrug and she nodded watching him, trying to figure out what to say next, another awkward silence crossed over the room.

“Well, Isn’t this awkward?” he said putting the cup on the bedside table, trying to resist the urge to burn it. “If you were over 18 I’d just make out with you.” Charle blushed slightly at the comment.

“You know…” She looked up at him. “If I lock the door, I’m sure the cops wouldn’t notice.” D got up to lock the door and Charle pulled the blankets over her head in embarrassment. D looked at her and began to laugh.

“Ouch, that hurts!” He sat back down on the chair putting a hand over his heart. “I didn’t think that I was that bad looking!” Charle pulled the blankets off of her head, her face still slightly red.

“It’s not that you aren’t, Bad looking I mean, but it’s just… well… I don’t know... Your hot and all…” She stopped suddenly realizing that she had just called him hot to his face, and pulled the blankets back over her head.

“You really think I’m hot? I could work with that.” He said with a chuckle then stood up and walked over to the bed. He leaned on the bed with one hand and pulled the sheet off of her head with the other and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Man, why do you get all the hot guys?” Charle looked quickly toward the door to see her brother Benji with a bouquet of daisies, her favorite flower, D turned around and stretched in a playfully sexy manner.

“You know, I like your family, everyone thinks I’m hot.” He picked up his jacket off the back of the chair and smiled at Charle. “Well I think that I should probably get going now.” Benji sat down in the chair and looked at him.

“So soon?” Benji pouted. “But I just met you!” D smiled seductively at him and took a pen out of Benji’s pants pocket, he then wrote his number on a piece of paper and handed it to him with a wink.

“Well, since I’m so wanted, I think I’ll stay.” D said and sat on the end of the bed. As Charle and Benji talked D slowly zoned out and curled up on the bed, using his jacket as a pillow and fell asleep. Just as Benji was about to leave, the Doctor came back to check up on Charle.

“Well Charle, I think it would be ok for you to go to sleep for a little while now.” The doctor said with a smile. “But I still want you to stay the night here.” Charle nodded at him, said goodbye to Benji and looked at the sleeping form of D. She smiled slightly then curled up beside him and fell asleep, but not before pulling a blanket over the two of them.

D slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping form of Charle beside him. He smiled at her peaceful face then a thought occurred to him. “Oh shit, she’s only 17, what did I do?” He thought to himself them remembered that it had been his job to keep her awake. “Oh shit! I killed her!!!” He said then began to shake her not quite gently. “Wake up! C’mon wake up!!” he said repeatedly until she did.

“Hey! Stop shaking me!” He continued to shake her a few more times before stopping.
“Oh thank god! I thought that you were dead!” He said relieved, Charle gave him a funny look, yawning and running a hand through her hair.

“I know I sleep deeply, but I never knew I slept THAT deep…” she said peevishly. “You woke me up, and I was having such a nice dream too…” D looked at her with a grin.
“Was I in it?” he asked a little suggestively, with that lopsided grin that made her heart melt the second she saw it.

“Well… actually…” Charle said a little dreamily then broke off. “No!!” She hit him with her pillow.

“Ohh.. Too bad, because you were in mine!” D said cheerfully then Charle hit him with a pillow again.

“Looks like you’re doing fine now, I think that it would be ok for you to go home now.” Charle looked up from her pillow abuse and smiled at the doctor.
“Sounds good!” She got up off the bed and gathered her clothes in her arms. “I’ll go get changed.”

“I’ll help you!” D said, when Charle threw him a look he stopped mid-sentence. “Wait.. Your only 17… I’ll wait a year then help you.” He strolled past the doctor who stepped back away from him. “I’ll wait in the lobby!” he called over his shoulder before leaving, avoiding the doctor as much as possible.