A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates ;-; I've been stressed with school and stuff *cough*ROLEPLAY*cough* *cough*CHECK OUT MY RP BOOK*cough*. :3 Sorry about that! (I also may or may not have had writer's block) I'll try to update more (especially on the weekends) Bye! ~Car

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Laurance finally got over his hangover and is going back to work on a normal schedule, like how it was before he had one too many drinks. 

"Garroth!" Laurance exclaims. I turn my head. 

We were in my apartment, "What?" We were in separate rooms. 

I was in the bathroom and Laurance was presumably pacing the hallway, "Open up!" He exclaims, his voice muffled by the wooden door between us 

"Why?" I question, brushing my teeth.

My voice is not just muffled by the door, but from the toothpaste invading my mouth, "Because I need to use it!" He exclaims like it's obvious. 

It is obvious why he's telling me to open the door. I just wanted to see how he'd react if I asked 'Why', "Ok, Captain Obvious. No need to be hasty." I reply. 

"I'm not hasty!" Laurance snaps. "Ok. Whatever you say, buddy." I retort. 

We go back and forth for a couple of minutes like this, "That's it!" Laurance exclaims, "I'm coming  in!" The door bursts open, the doorknob creating a slight dent in the wall as the golden bulb hits it. 

I squeak and jump back. Laurance blushes as he examines my toned chest. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I stare at his face, inspecting his features. 

Laurance's eyes run up to mine, "S-Sorry.. I-I didn't kno--" He gets cut off by my voice

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I say, not letting him finish his sentence. 

Laurance timidly steps out of the room, the blush on his face not fading. He hesitantly closes the door, taking a few peeks on the way. Once the door is closed, I place my hands on the marble bathroom counter and stare at myself in the mirror, exhaling. I shake my head slightly, trying to rid myself of the thought and continue getting ready.

T I M E S K I P . . .

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"Garroth!" Laurance exclaims. 

It was late at night. The crickets were singing and the stars were twinkling brightly with the moon complimenting the small beams of light. Other than that, the sky overall was dark purple, almost black. The sky had other plans than the usual black sky, so today was extra special, 

"What?" I reply. 

"Did you eat all the muffins?" Oh yea, Laurance was crashing on my couch for a few days if you didn't know. Cadenza wanted him to recover from the hangover, so, since I'm a doctor.. He got sent to me. When Laurance was good to come home, Cadenza grew ill with some contagious sickness.

"Why?" I glance into the kitchen, where Laurance is. 

You see, I'm in this penthouse type place. So, it's big enough for multiple rooms. I was in the living room, sitting on the tan couch. 

"Because I bought those!" The brunette whines. 

I shrug, "Too bad, too sad. You live with me right now." I state. 

"Gaarrrrooth!" Laurance starts. 

He turns to me, us making eye contact. His pale blue eyes are filled with annoyance. He rushes over and hops over the couch. He places his hands onto a couple inches from each shoulder of mine. 

My eyes widen, "La-Lauran--" I get cut off by a pair of lips meeting mine.