I sighed, finally turning to face him. “Luca, its fine; there is no point in saying it if it’s not true, now go and get to sleep and if you want to continue this in the morning, we will.” I crossed my arms against my chest, pulling my legs up slightly. I tucked my head into my chest and closed my eyes, I didn’t sleep at that moment, I wasn’t sure if I would.
He was silent for a moment before he mumbled; “who says it’s not true?”
I lifted my head, opening my eyes to stare at him. “What?”
"Nothing, never mind," he withdrew his arm and turned over. But I knew what he was saying, what he had said.
“I love you too.”
He coughed uncomfortably, “yeah, night.”
I looked at him for a moment before I closed the gap between us, hugging him from behind. I felt a cool hand over mine and I smiled. “Night,” I replied softly. It wasn’t I love you, but it was just as good. I did manage to sleep that night; I thank the warm glow for that. It was as if I was sat beside a fire after a cold, dismal day with a cup of hot chocolate. Suddenly I didn’t need to hear him say anything. I was happy, I didn’t dream of anything though, my sleep was just darkness but even so it didn’t halt my happiness.
When I awoke I still had a smile on my face, I felt a little cold though. I didn’t know if he was awake or not so I mumbled a good morning to see if I would get a response. I glanced over him for a moment, looking at the digital clock on the bedside table. Ten in the morning, eugh; it was early and I felt stiff because I stayed in the same position all night.
"Are you okay?" This conversation was a little awkward, like one of those MSN conversations. “You okay, yeah you, I’m good, wuu2, nothing you, nothing, -silence-”
Going from that stereotype I knew what he was going to say next, "yup, you?” I told you so.
"I'm good." I smiled, turning onto my back trying to work out my stiff muscles, he told me he was going to get a shower and I nodded, he grabbed his clothes and walked off and I could drag myself out of bed. I just lay there, wrapped in the duvet. I flung the duvet off in an attempt to chill myself so I would give myself an excuse to get out of bed, but still I couldn’t. When Luca got out the shower a few moments later I still could not get out of bed so I just smiled at him and stayed where I was, spread out across the whole king size bed. As he walked in, he gave me an appraising look, but said nothing, quietly pulling his hair gel out of his bag.
"You spend more time doing your hair than what I do." Vanity is a sin, along with eating, breathing and living.
"Not that much more," he muttered, finishing with his hair. I let out a little bubble of giggles and turned my gaze back to the ceiling. “What?”
"No, c'mon, you don't laugh at nothing unless you're high. What're you laughing at?"
I giggled again, "You are so vain."
“It’s not vanity it’s a bit of hair gel!” He protested, yeah and the fact that you have to go to the gym and everything else? You weren’t even fat. I grinned at the ceiling and giggled again. But still I could not drag myself out of bed, vanity may be a sin, but so was sloth.
"Okay, well I'm gonna go out," he said, pulling his knife out of his bag, strapping it to his arm. Pulling on his hoodie, he turned to me. "You even gonna get dressed today?"
"Probably sometime... where’re you off?"
"I was always told to stick to what you know," he gave me a wry smile and turned to go.
I let out a slow growl as I realised he had just given me a reason to get out of bed. I sighed, pouncing on him from behind. "Don't do anything foolish, okay?"
"I'm not even taking the gun, chill," he muttered, freezing up.
"You can still kill someone." I pointed out, loosening my embrace slightly, I didn’t realise how
"I'll try not to, don't worry. I'll see you later."
I kissed his cheek slightly before letting go of him. "Okay. See you." He nodded and walked down the stairs, leaving me. I ran to the phone and rang Ike. “You can come over now if you want to.” That was all I said, I knew Ike would be straight over, our conversations were always quick. I then decided to get a shower and get changed.
When the doorbell rang, I opened the door and Ike was stood in my doorway with a van behind him. “All your clothes, canvas’ pots, pan... everything.” He smiled. I hugged him tightly and we set to work throwing things out and replacing it with more modern furnishings. We stripped wallpaper and painted the walls, sold chairs and sofas and replaced them with leather and the stuff we couldn’t sell we threw on the tip. It also helped to take my mind off of Luca and what he was doing. Ike also took the liberty of inviting his football team to come help. Well, I always liked renovating. The place looked a lot wider once we had finished... but that was only downstairs hall and living room. Phew, this was going to be hard.