Chapter 3...
Sara POV
"Mmmhm?"
I felt her arm move further down, I looked up to her face, and she was still sleeping. Oh thank Jesus!
Her hand brushed past my chest, making me shiver. She's sleeping, she doesn't know what's happening. I slowly relaxed, un-hitching my leg form around her hip, trying to escape form her hold, but she just held me down harder, huh. I just laid there, tense, Tegan's hand travelling up and down my shirt constantly. Out of the blue she started groaning, and clenching onto the hem of my shirt.
"Sara" She whispered quietly.
"Sara don't go." She cried out, curling up to facing me, laying her chin on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my back, clutching me tightly.
Don't go? Where the fuck am I going? What is this chick talking about?
I figured she just needed comfort right now, something obviously bothering her. She kept on making small whimpering sounds, making my heart ache. Gently rubbing her back and cooing in her ear, she started to calm down. I pulled back slightly and started to wake her up.
"Tegan? Tegan, come on wake up." I cooed.
"Hmm" she stirred awake. She rubbed her eyes, slightly opening them, as soon as she realized she was basically spooning with me, her eyes widened and bounced back into a sitting position.
"Sorry, I don't even know why I was doing that…" she stuttered, her eyes red, looking as if she was about to cry.
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Tegan POV
"Oh no, don't worry, I think you we're having a bad dream." Sara said, trying to comfort me. Yeah bad dream all right.
"Tegan, seriously, what's wrong? You were saying stuff in your sleep, are you alright?"
"Yeah no no, just a bad dream, nothing to worry about." I flashed her a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.
"Tegan, you're crying, really what's wrong?" I lifted my hand to wipe under my eyes, shit, you are crying.
I can't tell you the truth, you'll never want to see me again. Just the thought of it made me want to cry harder.
"Sara! Really, it's nothing!" I said raising my voice, swatting away her hands that were trying to wipe my tears, she looked hurt. Great, what did you do?
"Okay…" Sara said, sitting back onto the couch.
I ran into the bathroom, locking the door, and crawled to the floor, shaking.
I had one of those stupid fucking dreams again, a dream where Sara would find out how I really felt about her and never talking to me again, it's been the fourth time this month that these dreams had happened.
I figured I should just put my feelings aside, since Sara was out there waiting for me.
I walked to the kitchen table, taking a seat beside her.
"I made you coffee, just the way you like it."
"Th-h-aa-nk-ss." I slurred out, still choking on sobs.
I took a sip of my coffee, slightly relaxing, and I just stared into her eyes.
"When you want to talk, I'm right here." Sara said contently, picking at her cereal.
"Sara, look it's nothing but a bad dream, that's it." I said sternly, holding back sobs.
She set her hand on the kitchen table, gave me a frustrated look and grunted angrily, sitting up, walking towards the couch and falling back lazily on it.
I walked towards the couch and stood in front of her, slightly glaring at her. If I wasn't in love with you, I would be annoyed.
I harshly shut my eyes, reminding my self not to think of her in that way. I turned towards my shelf, pulled out a small box, and pulled a pack of cigarettes, and dragging my feet towards the door of the balcony.
"What the hell Tegan? You said you quit smoking at year ago!"
I ignored her and walked out the door with her following me.
I pulled out a cigarette, fishing for the lighter that I left in my pocket.
"Looking for this?" Sara asked, holding my Zippo,
"How'd you get that?" I asked, dumbfounded, shoving the cigarette back into the box, knowing that we were going to be having a long argument.
"Fell out of your pocket, found it on the sofa."
We glared at each other, well she glared, I sort of gushed over how cute she looked when she was frustrated.
Out of nowhere she grabbed the pack and chucked it off the balcony.
"What the fuck Sara?" I yelled.
"You lied." She sighed.
Angrily I stomped to my room, slamming the door, and locking it, hearing her foot steps running after me.
I slouched against the door hearing her on the other side banging her fist on the wood.
"Tegan let me in!" she screamed, hitting the door harder.
After two minutes she stopped, but it was obvious she was still outside of my room.
I opened the door and she fell through, catching her fall, and steadying her.
I hopped on my bed and sunk underneath the covers, taking a glance at my bedside table, looking for the time. You broke your alarm clock, remember?
I sighed loudly, that thing was like sixty bucks! Seriously.
Sara fell onto my bed, lying beside me. "Well look at this" I thought to my self, laughing a little. She gave me a weird look, like I was crazy.
"Tegan, I'm sorry but you're going to kill yourself with that shit." Sara said worriedly.
"Yeah ye-" About to complete the sentence, a hand wrapped around my arm and gripped it tightly.
"Tegan, seriously." She said still gripping my arm hard, but I was too shocked to care. I looked into her eyes and she had this serious look on her face, that and something else, I didn't know how to explain it but it was definitely manipulative.
"Okay." I said giving up, but still with confusion.
She let go of my arm, though I wished she didn't.
We spent minutes in awkward silence.
"Well we better get ready if we're going out to lunch to see mom." Sara sighed, breaking the awkward silence.
Oh, totally forgot about that.
Okay so what do you guys think? Sorry if it was short, next chapter will definitely be longer.
