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Serena's POV

I carefully walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. It was still dark and I had to put my hands against the wall to stay at the side. What I last remembered it was the first left, I think. Luckily, I could see a light from the kitchen probably from a window. However, that means I have to let go of the wall, I hesitantly let go of the wall and made my way towards the kitchen. I put my hands on the front to not take a risk of my face bumping into something.

I was almost at the entrance when I bumped my little toe against the couch. Not even a second later, I felt an immense pain go to my little toe. I bit on my hand to suppress a scream because if I hit a couch that means I am in the living room and that means that Ash is here sleeping on that couch.

Hopping on one leg, I reached down, my toe and held it. I breathed out. God, that hurts. As quiet as possible I hopped my way toward the kitchen. 

It took a while for me to find the cupboard when I did I grabbed one. I walked towards the sink and filled the glass half full. I took a sip of the glass of cool water. I carefully walked my way towards the exit, while trying not to let my toe touch the floor. I saw a small source of light on the side when I walked out of the door, I stopped and leaned back. I squeezed my eyes a little and saw 3:06 AM. 

I leaned back forward and still glanced to the side and again I saw a small source of light, but this time it was brighter and came from under a door.

Out of curiosity, I carefully walked my way over to the door. I reached out for the doorknob and put my hand on the door, ready to push it open. Yet, something bugged me, opening the door without knowing what is on the other side got me curious, but the fact that there is maybe someone else other than Ash in there is not believable, yet possible.
So, I knocked on the door, of a yet for me unknown room, and waited until I heard some kind of reply although I didn't know what to get form it. I heard the creak of the door when I opened it.

Momentarily the light blinded me. I tried to blink it off before I realized it I could see sharp again. I was not that surprised to see the room being a kind of studio. There was a bookshelf with random books and paperwork, some kind of small recording room.

And the thing that got me surprised was that I saw Ash, laying his head on his arms while they were crossed. I silently made my way to him, by going around the desk. I placed my glass of water on the table and kneeled beside him while leaning my head on my arms and them against the desk. I looked at him for a moment and decided to bring him back to bed. I didn't want him to get a back cramp or something. I'm just trying to be helpful.

Leave him be! He doesn't need your help, nobody does.

I ignored it as I nicely pulled his seat back a little and as carefully grabbed him below his arms. One arm I put around my shoulder and the other I let it hang loose as my other arm made its way to his waist.

The moment I pulled him up, he began to shift a little and I could actually acknowledge the fact that he was quite heavy, yet not too much for me to handle. I took little steps and made my way slowly towards his room, on the way I made sure not to hit any furniture. I entered his room and carefully walked to the closest side of the bed.

Now, I got one problem though. How on earth was I suppose to place him in bed without dropping him? Actually, I really thought to just drop him, because he is a really heavy sleeper. But that could cause him to wake up and I don't want him to know I'm awake and put him here also the fact that I disturbed his sleep. So, I slowly bent forward and tried to place him on his side. I did it but it only to caused me to get dragged with him down. In the end, I fell face forward on the bed.

But hé, I finally got him in the bed. I got away from under his shoulder and sat up straight on the bed. I leaned over to the end and grabbed the blanket. I held both ends and pulled them towards his shoulders. I let my hand rest on the side of his shoulder as I looked at his face.

I didn't mean to stare at him but something about him drew me to him! That sounds wrong, I'm not attracted to him, it's just. I don't know! Something!

I watched the sleeping figure on the bed, amazed by the light brown tint to his skin, the way his body curled up and he hugged the pillow so closely. His lips lifted. He smiled in his sleep but didn't appear to awaken. His face was filled with happiness. His mouth was a little open and he was drooling a little. 

He is kinda cute, though.

Wait

What?

Cute.

Cute? He is cute? Babies are cute. Puppies are cute. Ash? Cute? No. Why did I think that? Stupid brain.

He again shifted a bit and I looked at him again. I was kind of jealous he looked so carefree as if nothing from the outside world could get him out of his imaginary world. His career or his life out here was nothing compared to his dream world where he could do anything he wanted. Mine, on the other hand, is shattered and dark.

I saw his lips move a bit and a little sound came out. I don't know if my mind was playing tricks or that I really heard him say my name. I stared at him. Did he really say that? I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I put a hand on my chest. 

"You're overreacting Serena, it was nothing," I mumbled, peeking out the corner of my gaze at him. He was still smiling and without thinking, I ran a soothing hand through his hair. It so soft. His hair could go easily through my fingers. He inhaled deeply, moving his head a little as he let his breath out slowly.

Just then I realized I was still stroking his hair, while he is sleeping. I quickly pulled my hand away and looked to the other side a small blush on my cheeks, Geez, I'm such a creep. I looked at him again after standing up and sighed.

"Okay, I'll admit, He is cute," I said and then I quickly cursed myself for talking out loud. I walked out of the room and carefully made my way to his 'studio' or what it is.

When I walked in, I carefully scanned my way around. It was kind of messy, not that kind of paper on the floor or half-eaten pizza rotten somewhere in the corner. No, it's just not organized, especially the desk. The desk was the only part of the room that was a mess. I walked over to the desk and quickly scanned through. A lot of paper that was for sure.

I saw one specific piece of paper that got my attention. Probably the one he was working on. Curiosity got me and I picked it up.

"Grenade," I mumbled as I let my eyes roam through the words. "Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live oh," I mumbled.

"Take, take, take it all, but you never give," I said a bit louder.

"Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss," I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Had your eyes wide open. Why were they open?" I looked at the back and the front. It was a lot. Is this a song? I wondered.

I shrugged it off and placed it back. Starting to stack all paper in my arms when I almost had all items in place, I felt my elbow bump against something cold. I looked back and saw a glass of water falling down. Unforntuanly, my reflexes were too slow and the glass of water emptied on the table.

Jumping up, I quickly dabbed at the spilled water on the table with my sleeves, knowing this wasn't working, I quickly gathered up the papers and began to dry those that had got wet.

"Shit," I cursed softly. Trying as much as possible to save all paperwork. Almost all was saved or was readable. However, the paper or song I just got in my hands was soaked and tearing apart.

"Oh no, I'm dead, so dead." I cried as I laid all of the slightly wet papers on the heater. 

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Fact one: Ash is based on different kind of singers. For info.
Fact two: There will be a small amount of curse words. Not much, but trying to get the situation when frustrated or making a mistake.