a house made from gingerbread.

Turning over in her own bed to see George fast asleep beside her was not something Angel was expecting that Wednesday morning.

She had forgotten that she invited George to spend the night, that there was nowhere else for him to sleep but Angel's bed.

There was of course, the couch, though neither of them wanted the other to be reduced to sleeping alone on the couch.

He was a pretty sleeper, dark long natural eyelashes that curled up slightly at the ends, a gentle smile on his lips as he blissfully slept.

Winnie laid curled up in between the two of them, a gentle purr hummed through her coat of soft grey and white hairs.

She was never really comfortable with anybody other than Angel, not even family or frequent friends, but she seemed to love George immediately.

The cat slowly opened her lime green eyes to blink slowly at Angel, immediately sitting up with a teethy yawn. She wandered onto Angel's chest, pushing her head against Angel's jawline with a purr.

It was her way of asking for food.

Angel was about to swing her covers off of her legs when a croaky mumble came from her right, stopping her immediately.

"She's a loud purrer," George smiled weakly, rolling further onto his side to reach over and stroke the kitten, "Cat rarely purrs like this,"

His morning voice wasn't too different from his normal voice, a muted hoarse tone which scratched the base of his throat.

"Maybe she doesn't like you," Angel watched his pale fingers gently drag along Winnie's fur, his hands delicately combing through.

"She loves me! Don't say that," he pulled his hand away from the cat, turning onto his back with a sigh. Winnie quickly climbed off of Angel's chest and onto George's, "Winnie loves me too,"

Angel was too in awe of the sight beside her to be bothered by Winnie leaving her, biting back a smile as Winnie softly dug her claws into George's bare chest, not deep enough to hurt or draw blood.

"Mhm," Angel hummed, dropping her head back down onto her pillow before shifting her body to face George, "As soon I get up she'll leave you immediately,"

"Don't leave then, stay here," George spoke, though his attention was drawn away from Winnie and onto Angel, he continued to run his hand down her furred back, "Forever,"

It was all so surreal, nothing seemed to be real.

She was laying in bed beside a man she had met not even a week ago, a man who makes her feel an unexplainable amount of happiness effortlessly.

"And let you get all of the cat hugs? Absolutely not,"

George rolled his eyes, tapping the beside table until his hand wrapped around his phone, placing it down on his collar bone as he waited for it to turn on.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, what do you think about parties?" he questioned, it was his way of asking Angel to go to one with him, without asking her.

Though, when Angel replied with only a shrug, he knew he had to ask, "Dream's having a party on the 10th which I can't get out of. We could go? Together?"

"Tomorrow?"

Confusion briefly flashed across George's face as he tried to work out what day it was, he had a terrible sense of time, which was why he was late most of the time.

"Shit, is it tomorrow?" he tapped his phone until the screen lit up, flashing the time and date on his home screen, alongside missed messages and notifications, "It is,"

He didn't scroll through the notifications, instead he settled his phone back down and returned his hands into Winnie's fur.

"Do you want to go?" Angel questioned, the way George had phrased it made it seem like he didn't really want to go.

"Yeah," George hummed, he hadn't been to a party in years now, he missed the adrenaline rush it gave him, "Unless- you're not the party type,"

Winnie stepped off his chest, laying down flat in the space between Angel and George, her tail gently swaying in sync with her purrs.

"I'll go with you," Angel tugged on Winnie's ear, rubbing the pad of her thumb along the shorter fur, "It'll be fun,"

George nodded in acknowledgement, tugging the covers off of his legs before crossing his arms above his head as he stretched.

His head lolled to the left, dropping his arms back down to his sides. He was leaving already.

Angel pushed her feet against her mattress to sit herself up, looking at George with a bittersweet glance, "Where are you going?"

"To get dressed," he hooked his fingers around the discarded t-shirt on Angel's chair, placing it down on the bed as he searched for something.

"You're leaving already?" she frowned, her eyes following him around the room as he searched for his bag, "You don't have to leave,"

Please don't leave.

George didn't want to leave either, as much as he'd love to stay here with Angel, he had been too distant with his other friends, "I have lunch with Dream at two,"

"That's like two hours away, you can stay a little longer!"

"One hour," George corrected, tugging his black shirt over his head smiling at Angel once his head popped through the neck, "What do you have in mind, then? A movie?"

In all honesty, Angel had no plan nor ideas in mind, she had hoped they'd stay in bed the whole day. But, of course, fate had other plans.

Angel remembered the gingerbread house kit she had bought the other day, intending to make it with her little sister whenever she came over.

"Come!" she quickly swung her legs out of the bed, holding loosely onto George's wrist as she pulled him towards her kitchen.

Winnie followed close behind, sitting politely in front of the cupboard Angel kept the cat food in.

George slid into the stool as he waited for Angel to explain her idea, an inquisitive smile tugged on his lips as she slid the box towards him, "What do you think?"

"A gingerbread house?" George took the red box into his own hands, flipping it over to read the back as Angel poured cat kibble into a metal bowl, "Do you just have packs of these lying around your house?"

"No idiot, it was for my sister," Angel spoke from a crouch behind the counter, sliding the bowl towards Winnie, "She's not coming around until Christmas Eve though,"

She grabbed a packet of smarties from her cupboard, tossing them at George. He barely caught them, placing them down onto the marble counter.

"I hope you know that this is an awful idea, I'm the worst at making gingerbread houses," he confessed, tearing open the christmassy design on the packaging.

It was plain crimson with dozens of little Christmas trees and reindeers, the gingerbread house on the front seemed easy enough to replicate.

Angel pulled out all the gingerbread pieces carefully, shaking out the small plastic bags of candy and icing.

"All you have to do is glue them together with icing!" she placed the baked cookies onto the counter, squeezing one of the icing tube to warm it up, "It can't be that hard,"

He only laughed, it was obvious that she had never tried to make a gingerbread house before, they were incredibly difficult to do, "Have you ever made one before?"

At least for George they were.

He took the icing bag from her hands, drawing a thin line of icing up the edge of the gingerbread with a window and door carved in.

"No,"

Angel decided to take on the job of decorating the house, before it was fully built. Using the second icing bag to trace over the engravements in the gingerbread.

George watched her with a fond smile as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to replicate the semi-circle roof tiles as best as she could, "Figured,"

"Shut up and build! I'll make it look all pretty,"

After a long time, he managed to get two pieces stuck together, supporting the 'L' shaped gingerbread with one hand.

"Angel," George groaned as his two connected rectangles fell apart, "Hold these together,"

Angel replaced George's hands with her own, holding them together weakly, the icing had already hardened and wouldn't rejoin.

"Hold it here, I'll-," he was cut off as both the 'L' shapes he had made fell apart once again, landing in a messy pile, "I said hold it!"

Icing and candy was all over Angel's counter, as well as crumbs of gingerbread. Their attempt at making a standing house had failed.

"I was holding it! You didn't put enough icing in the side," Angel gestured to the slither of icing George had used as she tried to bite back a smile.

She reached for the roof she had decorated, pushing the smarties back onto the drops of icing when she noticed a crack running down the middle of the biscuit, "The roof cracked,"

"I blame you for that," George quickly reached across the counter to pluck the decorated cookie from her hands, taking a large bite off of the corner, "Tastes good though,"

"George! Now our roof has a hole in it,"

"It never would've stayed up! I did you a favour!"

Angel's eyes flickered up to the clock above her fridge, frowning as the clock neared one o'clock.

He noticed her expression, his smile slowly fading as he quickly grabbed his coat from the back of Angel's couch.

"Go enjoy your meal with Dream, home wrecker!" Angel called out, snapping a chunk of gingerbread from the messy pile on her countertop.

She wasn't bothered by the mess, despite her constant need for cleanliness. She'd clean it when he left.

"Ouch," George grinned as he clicked open her front door, leaning his chest against the frame whilst he spoke to Angel from the kitchen, "I'll see you tomorrow, Angel,"

Before she could say goodbye back, he had already closed the door, leaving a meowing Winnie scratching at the door.

Angel had wanted to kiss him goodbye.

Another time perhaps.

things start 2 kick off soon i think ^__^