A/N: Hey everyone! I know this one is extremely short, and I'm very sorry about that, but it's completely meant to be a transitional chapter to get to the last two chapters. Those two chapters should be posted within the week, or early next week! Hope you all enjoy this chapter :) - Therese
Chapter 23
As soon as I woke up the next morning, a felt a pain in the depths of my stomach. The vacation was over – we were all pretty much waking up to get in our cars and go home. I guess I had gotten up pretty early, since Cory was still snoring deeply next to me. The rest of the house, though, was still quiet, and the light that made its way through the cracks and folds of the curtains that shielded the windows was a light, golden yellow with a few streams of a beautiful orange.
I rolled over carefully to look at Cory, mindful to not move the bed too much, or accidentally nudge him and knock him out of his sleep. We were sleeping in a bed way too small for two people, though… well, at least for one giant and one regular sized girl. While my covers were tightly pulled around my neck, the rest of the blanket was pushed down around his chest, with his long arms pressing it down onto the rest of his body. His head lay flat against the pillow and his mouth was agape, which led to the source of the snoring, of course. Really, out of all of the times that Cory had fallen asleep somewhere where we were, he really hadn't snored all too much.
I watched him closely, and not in the creepy stalker way. The loving girlfriend way, of course. I observed his chest and watched as it rose and fell with each breath. I then looked towards his face. His eyelids were gently closed and his face was relaxed.
If Cory had to be summed up in one word at this very moment, it would be innocent. If it had to be two words, the other one would be peaceful. And why not just add a third one? Perfect. There you go, world, my boyfriend was innocent, peaceful, and perfect. At least in this moment, anyway. Once he wakes up and lets out a good morning fart, everything changes. He's a man, though, so how much can you really expect at the end of the day?
I let out a quiet sigh before rolling carefully onto my back. God, I did not want to go home. Going home simply meant returning to the real world. Work, telephone calls, e-mails, food shopping, paying bills and rent, doing more laundry, memorizing the first script for Season 3, going for wardrobe fittings, going to photoshoots, doing interviews, recording new songs… the longer I thought about it, the more I was giving myself to do. Would it be so wrong to stay in this house here in La Jolla for another week? Or another month? What about a year? That seems like a good amount of time.
I love my job, but why would you want to work when probably the best part about working is laying in bed next to you in a beautiful rental house with your best friends?
I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to push all of the things on the growing 'to-do' list out of my head. Right now, laying next to Cory and making the best out of the last day here was my only task.