Cath POV
I yawned and stretched my arms. Looking down, I saw Levi had let me sleep last night instead of waking me up to read some more of Les Miserables to him. Reagan wasn't here, and she had informed us of her planning to stay with a friend for the night, hence Levi's presence on my bed. His hair swept across the pillow edge, and shined faintly in the sun. Leaning down, I sniffed his hair. It may sound weird, the whole hair- sniffing thing, but I couldn't believe that he so rarely washed his hair yet it was soft, and shiny, and he didn't even have dandruff. It was crazy. It made me mad, and I couldn't always tell which kind of mad it was. He stirred a little, and his hair brushed my nose. Jumping back a little, I stood up, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
"Cather?" An imploring voice, with just the perfect amount of morning raspiness, sounded from the bedroom.
"Yeah, Levi?" I called back, my mouth full of foam. I heard his answer through the brushing sound against my teeth.
"Could you bring me some water, love?"
I rolled my eyes. Pet names, really- why were they so affective, though?
"Aren't you supposed to be at Starbucks this morning?" I called, my mouth clean, as I brushed through my tangles.
"Yeah, I guess so, Saturday is busy." He sighed as I walked in without water, and rolled out of his side of the bed. Walking over, he drew nearer, and reaching an arm behind my head, he tugged my ponytail lightly as I looked up at him.
"Of course, I'd rather just stay here with you and watch you read the reviews for Carry On, Simon." He laughed.
I frowned, looking away.
"Cath?"
"Hmm?"
"Did someone say something?"
"No, it's just that I wasn't expecting everybody to be so okay with me releasing the end of Carry On after the eighth book came out. I mean, hundreds of people find my story from day to day. Some of my followers from when I was sixteen are just reading it, and it's been a summer. I guess I wonder if it's worth anything, my diligence in writing. I was so much more shaken up about it than them. What am I?"
"Cather," he said gently, "You're the Penelope of my life. You're their hero! See all the comments?" He asked, picking up the laptop, open to the review page. "Magicath, if it weren't for you I would've kicked the book across the room." "Magicath, you gave me all I wanted for my childhood." "Magicath, you're so brilliant, you got me through finals." "Magicath, I just finished Carry On, now I can read Simon Snow and the Eighth Dance in peace, thank you."
I sighed, and grinned a little as Levi grinned back adoringly into my eyes.
"Yeah, okay."
He was still grinning when he released my hair.
"You've got work." I continued past his shoulder, feeling his gaze follow me across the room as I made my way to the bag of clothes by his bed. I fought the urge to blush, knowing that he found my leggings and his flannel on me to be attractive.
"Cather?"
I rolled my eyes. My name, he likes that too, he made that much clear the first time I ever exiled him to the hallway.
"Levi?"
"I like it when your hair is down."
I turned, a set of clothes in my hands. My hair brushed the middle of my back. I had it trimmed recently, actually, Wren had agreed to accompany me, as I refused to go alone. She had spent a little less then an hour having a lovely chat with the hairdresser. I spent the time avoiding eye contact with mine. She smelled like chemicals, and thought I couldn't hear her muttering under her breath about my appearance. I had looked a bit shabby, and as Wren was right next to me looking pristine, the lady certainly understood I could look that good.
"I just like you." I said as he laughed, and his eyes crinkled, and I stared.
And stared. And stared. Then when he left the room to go to Starbucks, I stared as he left, and when I finally stopped I felt blinded. "How'd I get him?" I wondered aloud.
Reagan POV
I could never understand Levi. One minute he'd be a shut down robot, the next Cath could light him up like a Christmas tree. Was I jealous? Maybe a little bit, but seeing Levi smile at her, and seeing Cath finally out of her turtle shell made me believe so much in the world. It made me want to stop dating guys I knew weren't my type; the guys that only acted like they cared for me. Guys like the one I'm lying next to. It made me want to date someone with potential.
Levi POV
Cath was starting her first paper for her required philosophy class when I left. She had changed into her usual skinny jeans, with some sort of cute graphic type of tee, and a warm looking cardigan. I wonder how long she'll last before checking her Fanfixx account. She makes me laugh. I've seen Wren show up wearing sundresses and short boots looking like she should be the one of the people on screen for the advertisements, not one of the worn out people who design them. No offense to their Dad, of course- but I saw how hard he worked, and the consequences. Then you have Cath, Cather, who almost sees herself as a lesser version of Wren. The fact she wears comfortable clothes that she enjoys makes her more confident than her sister in it's own way. I suspect Wren appreciates the perpetually warm and inviting feel of Cath's style, she just likes shining too. Cath is a candle, and Wren's a desk lamp lightbulb. I'm turning into a cowboy, I frowned. A love sick man wearing flannels, talking about bison, and tipping my hat to ladies.
"What've you done, Cather?" I grin, strolling around the corner and entering the doors of Starbucks.
Wren POV
I need to workout more. I can't even carry in a box for Dad from the front porch to the inside of the door. I wonder how Cath's doing. I just arrived for the weekend at Dad's place. She's probably with Levi, I think, pushing the box along the ground, or the girl who has no soul, and criticizes Baz and Simon. Reagan. I've seen her enough, though, to tell she cares for Cath- in her own way. She even tolerates me, and we're polar opposites. I've learned she and Cath are quite alike though, despite obvious differences, which is interesting considering how much space Reagan's personality and style can take up in a room. If I'm loud, it's because I'm screaming, if Reagan's loud, it's because she isn't saying anything at all.
Cath POV
This girl says slash is the devil's spare reading material.
What I don't understand is why she's commenting that on every chapter when she's obviously read enough to know that Simon and Baz are destined to be together. I think they've snogged by where she is.