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Kramer Bursts into Jerry's apartment, clearly lacking in the sleep department..
"Usual Tuesday?" Jerry says sarcastically, but Kramer doesn't seem to notice the clear tone of voice
"'Usual Tuesday'?? Oh no Jerry! This is farrr worse..,"
He begins digging through the refrigerator
"This new restaurant just across my window opened up.. Ohh boy and they've got this HUGE neon red chicken lit up glowing into my apartment!".
"I see.." Jerry looks to the red glow coming outside kramers door, leaking into his own apartment
"Well why don't you file a complaint? Tell them to take it down".
"Oh no Jer, I'm taking it to the streets! Just like back in the 60s, we're protesting baby. You better believe it!".
Kramer slides out the apartment, blinded by the red glow from his own..
The Next Day
Kramer crashes through the door, looking far worse than yesterday..
"Kramer.. You're not looking too good," Jerry sounds genuinely concerned for once
"That chicken sign Jer! It's taken a real toll on me..They won't take it down!" Kramer frantically moves his hands around
"Well..," Jerry looks around not sure what to do. "Have you tried covering your window.. Maybe..?"
"No use. It shines right through!" Kramer looks around Jerrys apartment
"Well I really wish I could help you kram-" Jerry gets cut off
"What if I crash here for a few days? Yeah, yeah.. I could get used to this!" Kramer collapses onto Jerry's sofa, resting his legs on top the coffee table.
"Ohh no Kramer! I don't see you ever staying here.." Jerry immediately shuts down the idea, after seeing Kramers apartment himself he doesn't think his apartment could survive Kramers wrath..
"Aww cmon Jer! I'll clean up, pay half the rent, and ohh the best part yet you'll be blessed with my interior designing 'expertise' "
"Pfft 'expertise' yeah right. Pay half the rent? With what money?" Jerry questions
"Well.." Kramer doesn't seem to have a response to that one..
Jerry can't help but feel some sympathy, I mean he couldn't imagine spending a day inside Kramers apartment for starters, and definitely not with that big red light included! I guess there's only one option..
Jerry sighs "Fine. You don't have to pay rent either.."
Kramers face lights up"
"But.. You have to clean up after yourself."
"That's it?"
"That's it." Jerry states simply.
Kramer claps his hands together,
"Well you've got yourself a deal!"
Later That Same Day (its now night)
Jerry walks into his apartment after leaving from his comedy routine
"Kramer? I'm home!"
The lights have been dimmed, Jerry shrugs and he walks to his room ready to head to bed
Light flicks on
..
"Kramer?!" Jerry exclaims
".. Is there a problem?"
"I would think so. You're in my bed, in my pajamas."
"Well.. Yes. Would you rather me sleep on the floor?"
Kramer asks confused
"No. I would rather you sleep on the couch." Jerry points out into the living room
"The couch?! Oh noo Jer, I've laid on that thing before, you won't believe what it did to my back! No can do, I'm staying right here thank you."
Jerry doesn't appreciate Kramers stubbornness. Nonetheless, he sighs and heads to the bathroom to undress.
Jerry opens the door to see Kramer fast asleep, it's unusual seeing him so calm. He can't help but find it kinda cute, but he immediately pushes that thought away and heads to bed.
12A.M That Same Night
Kramers running for his life from a giant red chicken!! Unfortunately he's running unusually slow and he can't speed up, until, he sees Jerry in his car driving by! Jerry pulls Kramer into the car and they both drive all the way to Miami Florida and drink cocktails together!
Kramer wakes up
"Huh, that was an unusual dream.. But hanging with Jerry was fun," Kramer thought to himself
Kramer flicks on the beside table light and opens the nigh stand dresser looking for something to read, he finds 2 woman's magazines, a male playboy, and Oscar Wildes book 'picture of Dorian Grey'..
"Wow, I always knew Jerry was gay but not THIS gay.. well, I'm not one to judge." He puts the magazines aside and begins reading the book.
Jerry wakes to light shining in his face thinking maybe the neon chicken broke into his apartment to kill Kramer.. He sits up to see it's just the table lamp.
"Kramer! What are you doing up this late with the light on? It's 12 o'clock!" Jerry whisper yells
"I can't help it, I'm restless! I had this terrible night mare.. Luckily you ended up saving me." Kramer says, almost grateful like Jerry saved him in real life
"Yeah, yeah, turn that light off! I'm trying to get some shut eye here.."
"Oh okay Mr. Cranky pants!" Kramer rolls his eyes and Jerry just looks at him with disappointment.
"I understand you need your beauty sleep but some of us like to spend our nights reading the famous poetry of Sir Oscar Wilde" Kramer mocks Jerry, flashing the books cover
"Oh grow up." Jerry reaches over Kramer to shut the lamp off himself, though Kramer can't help but blush at the sudden closeness..
Jerry turns over, back facing Kramer.
As Kramer heads to sleep too, he can't help but think to himself about Jerry "Jer looks kinda hot when he's mad.. Wait, hot? Huh.."
A silence stills between them until finally
"Goodnight Kramer" Jerry says softly, looks like he's finally calmed down
"Night Jer" Kramer says before falling fast asleep
Jerry smiles to himself, maybe he can get used to this.. Maybe.