So Fragile Yet So Devious

She felt the sun ripping through the windows of their room and reached for him in hopes of sheilding her eyes from the harsh light. Realizing he wasn't next to her, she snapped up quickly.

"Corey?" She called out. Finally, becoming more alert she could hear noise coming from the bathroom. First, a buzzing sound, then the sink running.

"Morning, Dolly." He said sticking his head out to look at her with a big grin on his face.

"What'd you do?!" She jumped up and practically sprinted to him.

He laughed and ran his palm over his head, "I don't know....Just felt like a haircut."

She'd never seen him with short hair and, to be honest, it was bizarre to her at first. She stood there gawking at him. She was speechless.

"You're not saying anything." He said cautiously. "You hate it, don't you?'

"No, it's just....different." She ran her own hand over his freshly buzzed scalp. "I like it."

"Mean it?"

"Mmmhmm. I promise." She gleamed.

He checked out his reflection in the mirror, "Just need to shave and i'll be done."

"Don't. The stubbly look fits you."

He rolled his eyes, "You just want in the bathroom."

"No, seriously." She begged. "Don't shave."

"All right. Fine." He pulled the plug to his shaver from the outlet and coiled it up. "I ordered us some breakfast. It should be up here soon."

"Oooh, what'd you get?"

"French toast."

"My favorite." She said offering him a sweet smile.

With a smirk he nodded, "Yeah, i know."

"I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower. Maybe it'll be here by then."

Leaving her in the bathroom, he shut the door behind him. He looked fondly at the messy bed where they'd slept the night before and crammed his belongings back into his bag. He could hear the water running from the shower in the bathroom and, when he looked over to see her travel case on the second bed, he got a terrible idea and laughed manically.

Stepping out of the shower, she tightly wrapped one of the white hotel towels around her body and set out to get some clothes out of her suitcase. Opening the bathroom door, she scanned the room. He was sitting on the bed staring blankly at the t.v. and didn't say a word. She checked the other side of the beds, beside the dresser, and beside the t.v. stand but her things were no where to be found.

"Umm, Corey?"

"What's up?" he mumbled.

"Where'd my stuff go?"

"I don't know what you're talking about...."

She huffed, "My bag. Where's my bag at? I need my clothes."

"You brought it in here, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Did you look by the-"

"I looked everywhere." She said growing impatient.

She noticed him stiifling a laugh and the grin he was trying desperately to keep from forming on his lips. "Are you sure you checked....*everywhere*?"

"What did you do?" He didn't answer. "Where's my stuff?" Finally, her eyes fell beyond the room, through the glass door, and to the balcony where her bag was casually sitting on the little table.

"Really?!" she huffed. She slid the door open and stepped outside. Once she placed her hand on the bag, he shut and locked the door behind her. "Real mature, Corey."

He laughed, "What are ya gonna do now?"

She rolled her eyes, "I'm capable of getting dressed without anyone seeing." He watched as she bent down to unzip her case and retrieve her clothes only to find her bag void of any of clothing. "Corey Todd Taylor! What the fuck did you do with my clothes?!" When she spun around, he was holding a pair of her jeans and one of her t-shirts as he cackled at her.

"Now, whatcha gonna do?"

"Let me in." He shook his head. "Corey, please."

He heard room service knock at the door and he laughed more. "Be right back!"

"Where the fuck are you going!?"

He came back around the corner with their breakfast. "Food's here!"

Glaring at him, she turned her back and sat in one of balcony chairs.

"Oh, come on. You're not mad are you?' She didn't answer. "Dolly?" Again, she didn't reply nor did she move. "It was just....It was just a joke." She still didn't acknowledge him. "I'll unlock the door. I'm sorry." She sat still as he unlocked and opened the door behind her. "Are you coming inside? Umm, our breakfast is here. They sent up syrup and whip cream and everything...." Her silence was deafening. Sighing, he brought their tray of food outside to show her. "Hungry?"
She took a plate of french toast and the can of whipped cream from the tray. "Wanna eat out here?" He asked taking the seat next to her and grabbing a fork to eat his food. He felt her suddenly grab the backwards cap off the top of his head then the cool, slimy feeling of whipped cream. He looked at her and she was grinning evilly just before she slammed his hat onto the mountain of cream. She laughed as globs of whipped cream fell down his face.

"Well, I hope you're satisfied with yourself."

"oh, I am." she grinned and got up to leave so she could finally get dressed. He followed her inside and grabbed a small hand towel to wipe the cream off his head. With his back turned, he began to groan and wince loudly.

'Fucking fuck." He cursed.

"What's wrong?"

"This shit's burning my eyes." He whined. "Goddamn, what is in this?! What the fuck is this? Holy water for men?!"

"Turn around and let me look." She instructed him with worry in her voice.

He turned around and she moved closer to him in an effort see if his eye was okay. When she did, she was met by a blob of whip cream smeared on her cheek. He curled up in loud, obnoxious laughter and she couldn't help but do the same. He finally finished wiping his head and face off and she stood there with the sugary cream still adorning her cheek.

She giggled, "I hope you're going to get this stuff of my face."

"I think I can handle that." He wiggled his eyebrows and closed the gap between them rather quickly. Their faces were suddenly extremely close and she felt like her heart was about to fly out of her chest. Suddenly, she felt his mouth against her face as he licked off the whipped cream. She turned her head slightly and their lips were so close they could taste each other's breath. The closeness was more than she could bear and she took him by surprise when she claimed his lips in a kiss. He accepted the gesture gladly and deepened the kiss. Just when things were beginning to grow more intense the sound of his phone blaring with a call filled the room.

"Dammit." He growled and went to fish in his pockets to retrieve the device. Looking at the caller idea curiously, he motioned to her that he was going out to the balcony and shut the door behind him.

"Hello?" He asked gruffly.

"This Corey?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Jeremy. Have you guys left yet?"

"How'd you get my number?"

"Paul."

"Oh, and we were just getting ready to check out and head that way. That all you needed? Why did you just call her?"

"I also need to talk to you about something."

"Go ahead."

"I think you should know that i'm gonna ask Alex to marry me at her birthday party..."

He gulped and looked through the glass at her as she smiled at him, "What's that got to do with me?"

"I know you guys are really close....and i don't know the entire history behind it but........I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of the picture as much as possible."

"Yeah. Whatever. I gotta go." He hung the call up quickly somewhat panicked.

"Who was that?" She asked when he came back inside.

"It was Shawn asking about some studio stuff." He lied. "You ready to go home?"