Hello everyone! I've been sick lately but I'm better now so hopefully the chapters will come out quicker. Personally I really like this chapter and I hope you will too! : )

Chapter 3 – School stuff and movies

Sawyer's POV

As usual, studying at home sucked. It wasn't that he hated school but, when you're home you should just relax, not continue school work! He was working on an essay on one of Shakespeare's plays for his history class. It never really interested him, so it was hard. He couldn't give deep thoughts about Ophelia's love affair with Hamlet, the character's or let alone the plot.

Then it struck him, he knew exactly who could help him now that his mother was at work. Hazel! He took his phone and called her.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Hazel it's Sawyer."

"Hey, Sawyer, what's up?"

"Listen, you're into Shakespeare, right?"

"Sometimes, why?"

"I'm doing this essay about 'Hamlet' and I have like now idea what to write. Can… Can you help me?"

"Uhh… Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right over. Hang in there! Don't overload your brain, because I'll be the one doing that." Sawyer chuckled.

"Don't worry. I won't."

"Good, see you soon!"

"See you." He hung up. A feeling brewed up in him. A giddy, girly feeling. He told himself it wasn't right. Get a grip, man! Don't act that way!

He started running around in the house like a woozy chicken, making small changes like, making his bed, putting away some dishes and combing his hair which stood out in every place since he took a shower. Just as he ran across the hall with some dirty laundry, the doorbell rang. Sawyer instantly forgot that he hell a stack of boxers and socks in his arms and opened the door.

"Hi!" he said. Hazel giggled.

"Hi! Are those for me?" She pointed at the boxers. Sawyer gave himself a mental kick in the head and turned dark red.

"Oh! No! No, no, no! …They are not. Uhh… Why don't you come in and sit down in my room and I'll just put these away." Hazel laughed by now.

"Sure!" She walked in and sat down at the kitchen table where Sawyer's laptop and books were spread out.

Sawyer got back from the bathroom. He was still embarrassed over the fact that Hazel had seen his stack of dirty boxers. He tried to push it out of his mind and to focus on the homework about Hamlet.

"So, they only told us to write about Hamlet. They didn't say anything specific" said Sawyer when he sat down.

"So they're probably testing you to see how well you can invest yourself in the world about Hamlet. Write something deep and emotional. You'll get an A for that" answered Hazel.

"That's the thing, I can't write deep stuff…"

"Well, what's the most emotional event you've ever experienced?" Wow! He was not good at this emotional talk. He knew Hazel, and he knew that she wouldn't blabber. He trusted her, he did. But he never really spoke of his emotions. Not even to his mother.

"Uhm… When I met Winter, maybe… Yeah… When I met Winter."

"Okay. Those were good feelings, right?"

"Right…"

"You should incorporate that in the essay, but Hamlet is mostly anger and desperation. You have anything like that..?"

"Bad memories… Well… When my dad left…" He felt his entire body and mind sulk. Sawyer trembled slightly and he fought to keep the tears in. Hazel grabbed his hand carefully. He looked up and she smiled softly.

Soon with Hazel's help he was able to finish his homework.

"Want to see what's new on Netflix, maybe?" Sawyer asked as they moved into his room. "We can link the laptop to my TV."

"That'll be great. I'll just call dad real quick and tell him I'll be staying a little later."

"Okay, I'm gonna go and fix the TV." Sawyer walked away to his room and started fidgeting with cables and stuff. He heard Hazel talking in the kitchen and a smile curled his lips as the revelation that would have to sit quite close to fit on the bed crossed his mind.

He logged in just as Hazel entered the room.

"So, what should we see?" asked Hazel as she sat down on the bed.

"What do you want to see?" asked Sawyer back.

"I'm open to most. Just no gory horror movies!" Sawyer chuckled.

"Nothing gory… Let's see…" He flipped through many movies before they finally decided on a thriller from the 90's. A little old maybe but Hazel seemed pleased so Sawyer didn't argue. He had seen it before and it wasn't that bad, though Hazel apparently hadn't.

"I'll be right back" said Sawyer. "Don't press play yet!"

Sawyer walked out to the kitchen and started to search the pantry and soon he found what he was looking for, he put it in the microwave. Soon a popping sound filled the air and a pleasant smell filled the air.

"Do I detect popcorn?" asked Hazel in a made up snobbish voice. Sawyer laughed.

"Yes you do, Milady" answered Sawyer and bowed. Hazel smiled. She walked up to him and the microwave.

"Let me help. Where are the bowls?"

"Uhh… In that cabinet over there."

Quite soon they were seated near, really near each other on Sawyer's bed with a bowl of popcorn in Sawyer's lap and the movie had just started.

Hazel seemed to enjoy it. Her expression changed in tact with the pace of the movie and she leaned into him a bit. Sawyer would never admit out loud but he really enjoyed the feeling of Hazel warm, small body slightly pressed against him.

He felt himself go tired, and more tired…

Lorraine's POV

"Hello?" Lorraine called as she opened the front door and walked in. Nobody answered, but the door had been unlocked. So Sawyer had to be around somewhere, he wouldn't leave without locking the door. She thought he might be in the shower or something but she didn't hear and sound of water.

She started walking around the house, looking for him. His bedroom door was barely open, she swung it open carefully and what she saw made her smile.

She saw the very sweet view of her son and Hazel curled up in his bed, sleeping. Hazel's head leaned against Sawyer's shoulder and Sawyer leaned his head on top of hers. Sawyer had a bowl of popcorn in his lap which was dangerously near tipping over.

She sneaked in and took the bowl and as she did, she noticed that their hands were only an inch from touching. She smiled.

Just as Lorraine walked into the kitchen, her phone started to ring.

"Hello?" she whisper-answered.

"Hi, this is Clay" answered Clay on the other line.

"Oh hello Clay, what can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering. Is Hazel at your place? She told me would be a few hours ago. I just want to know for sure."

"Yeah she's here. She and Sawyer have fallen asleep in front of the TV."

"Oh… Well that's sweet."

"It is… She can stay for dinner, if that's okay. You too if you want."

"Thank you, but I'm swamped with the preps for Hazel's birthday party. But of course Hazel can stay if she wants."

"Alright, well take care."

"You too, goodbye Lorraine."

"Bye…"

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