**Sang**

I knock on Kota's door and wait for him to answer. Seconds later, a disheveled looking Kota opens the door. He has on a green ribbed tank shirt, and black ball shorts. His hair is mussed like he's run his hands through it constantly. This is the most relaxed that I've seen Kota since I've met him. I suppose showing up at his door unannounced can have that effect.

"Sang!" Kota says with widen eyes once he see's it's me.

"Hey Kota." I say with a smile. "Are you busy?"

"Uh, no no. Come in." He takes a step back and opens the door wider for me to walk in. "Victor's not here." He says as he closes the door, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know." I say while turning to him and giving him another smile.

"And Nathan won't be back for a while." He tells me while sitting on Nathan's bed.

"I'm aware." I tell him while sitting on Victor's bed to take off my sneakers.

"I don't want to sound rude or anything sweetie, but what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to spend time with you." I say with a tilt of my head. "Unless you're busy. I can go-"

"No! No, sorry, I'm glad you're here, it's just..."

"We don't spend too much time together." I finish for him. "I know. I'm trying to make up for that. If that's ok with you..."

"If it's ok with me? That's perfectly ok with me." He says with a blinding smile.

"Great." I say with a smile of my own. "So what are we doing?"

"I was just watching some random episodes of Doctor Who, but we can do something else if you want." He starts to climb the ladder to his bed above Nathan's and I follow him. Who knew Kota had such a firm butt. "Sang? You coming?"

I look up to see Kota already on his bed, looking down at me with a smirk. I give him a wink and continue climbing up the ladder.

"So what are we watching? Doctor Who? What's his name?" I ask once I get comfortable next to Kota.

We're sitting on the short side of his bed, away from the ladder, so we can stretch our legs. Kota has his laptop setup on this table like thing with holes so the exhaust fan doesn't heat up. It's actually kind of cool.

"That is his name." Kota tells me as he puts his arm around me.

"His name is Doctor Who?" I ask him looking skeptical.

"No, The Doctor." He says with a smile.

"The Doctor? He calls himself The Doctor?"

"Yup."

"But he has to have a name. What's his name?"

"Sweetie his name is The Doctor."

"Is that the name he was born with?"

"No, but it's the name he goes by."

"Then what's his real name?"

"They don't tell us."

"But he has to have a real name. Someone must know what it is right?"

"Yes sweetie, someone does know his name."

"Then why won't they tell us?"

"I don't know." Kota says laughing. "They just don't. It's just one of those things that we're never told about in TV shows."

"Ok, so this Doctor, what's he a doctor of?"

"Time and Space."

".....What exactly is this show about Kota?"

"It's about a man called The Doctor, who is a time lord. Him and his companions travel throughout time and space and help anyone he deems necessary along the way."

"...*blink*....*blink, blink*....*blink*..."

"How about we just watch this episode that I'm on and you can decide if you want to see it from the beginning?"

"But what about spoilers?"

"This episode doesn't really have any spoilers. I've seen it before."

"Ok." I shrug. "Let's do it."

10 minutes in, I'm wondering why he can't fly his own ship. 30 minutes later I'm trying to figure out why this chick ran away the night before her wedding. After the episode is over, I'm questioning whether or not this "doctor" actually saved us from vampires. My head hurts *frown*.

"So sweetie, what do you think?"

"Kota, do you think vampires really existed?"

"I think there's no scientific proof that they didn't exist. History tells us that witches existed back in salem in the 1600's but there's no real proof for it."

"So they could've existed?"

"If they did, there would've been an easy way to tell."

"What's that?"

"Well, for fangs to be able to come out of their gums, they'd need to have more muscles in their face. It would've been a noticeable difference around the mouth."

"How many more muscles would they need?" I ask while looking at his face, trying to see the muscles move.

"Well, the human face has 42 muscles." He tells me in a low voice, looking into my eyes. "With those 42 muscles, humans can only make 4 recognizable facial expressions. Vampires would need more muscles to show their hunger."

"That's an interesting concept." I mumble, "Tell me more."

"Did you know that it actually does take more muscles to frown than it does to smile?"

"I didn't." I tell him, giving him a smile.

"Yea, you use 26 muscles to smile and 62 to frown. Not all of those are of the 42 in your face."

"Interesting." I breathe out, my eyes drifting to his lips.

"And you use 34 of those 42 muscles to kiss..."

"Really?"

"Yea...would you mind if we used those muscles now?"

"I'd be delighted."