~Chelsea~
Being under watch is a lot more stressful and annoying than I could have ever imagined. I think the worst part though, is that now I'm not even allowed to stay by myself in my house; everyday Julia or Sabrina comes to spend the night with me.
Normally, this would be fine, if I knew that it wasn't just to make sure I'm behaving myself.
Ugh, stupid Vaughn and his stupid requests that Julia HAD to listen to. But if there's one good thing about this, it's that Pierre apologized profusely and even made me an apology cake. I felt terrible though, hearing that Vaughn was getting ready to beat the living daylights out of the small cook for not bringing me back with him.
Was he that concerned about me? Half of me doesn't want to believe it, but the other half knows it's true. It has to be, considering the way he's been acting as of late.
Either way, something interesting will happen when he gets back and finally tells me what I've been waiting to hear about for as long as I've known this guy.
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It's been nearly a week and I can walk, even if it's slow and shaky. Already I'm feeling better, but when I hear a knock at the door I know that there's no way that my babysitters are going to skip their job tonight, when I'm on the verge of getting better and being able to do whatever I please.
I'm surprised though, to open the door to Will.
The prince stands there bashfully, scuffing his feet while he avoids my gaze. I give him a look and we stand there in silence before I realize he's not here for a delivery.
"Yes?" I ask, wondering what he could possibly want at this time of night. Will just clears his throat and blushes even harder.
"I…I'm here to…to stay the night with you!" he squeaks out, and immediately my face turns pink at the thought. Staying the night? WILL? WHY?
As if he can read my thoughts, he puts his hands up and frantically waves them back and forth while explaining how Julia couldn't do it tonight because she's coming down with a cold, and how his cousin can't do it tonight because Regis needs her to finish managing his account as it's the time of the month where he pays bills and goes through his revenues.
So Will was the only option, and both girls trusted him enough to send him here to take care of me? Somehow, I think that staying with Pierre would be safer, although I know that there's no way Natalie would ever let me live that down. Denny's no good either, as I'm not all that well acquainted with him. Heck, Vaughn knows the fisherman more than I do, and Vaughn doesn't even LIKE people.
Will looks at me worriedly and puts his hand on his shoulder, shaking me and snapping me out of my daze.
"Is…is it okay?" he asks haltingly, and I take a deep breath before stepping to the side and allowing him in.
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As if to apologize for the awkwardness of having to stay the night with me, Will makes dinner. When we sit down to eat it, my hunger overcomes and awkward throes from before and I quickly scarf down the food, much to his pleasure.
Afterwards though, comes the part where we both stutter and try to figure out what we're going to do. If it was Julia or Sabrina, I'd willingly share my bed as I have been doing for the past few nights or so, but as it is I'm not about to share with Will.
That, and knowing him, he wouldn't be able to hold still, just the thought of being so close to a girl freaking him out. For as little a time as I've known him, I know him well enough to know how bashful he is about that kind of thing.
He finally decides to sleep on the floor, settling down with a blanket on the other side of the room and wishing me a good night before turning over to face the wall. Silently, I turn to face my wall and fall asleep as well.
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"Chelsea! Chelsea wake up!"
My eyes snap open to Will's frantic whisper. As my vision clears, I see he's standing over me looking sleepy, holding onto my wrists. Concern is written all over his face as he asks, "Are you alright?"
When I look at him confusedly, he frowns.
"I woke up and you were screaming and thrashing around in your sleep…are you okay?"
Well crap. I was having another nightmare again. Slowly, I realize that it was because I didn't have the comfort of another person with me. The entire week, and that night with Vaughn, I had no night terrors in the least…could it have been because they were with me and I felt a comforting presence?
As corny as it seems, it makes the most sense. Either way, Will stands in front of my bed now, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Just wanted to make sure you were okay," he mumbles, turning around and getting ready to go over to his side of my house. But I don't want to be alone again, and if he's going to be here for the rest of the night I don't want to be screaming either.
On impulse, I lean out of bed and grab his shirttail, causing him to look back.
"Chelsea?" He asks quietly, suddenly seeming more awake. Meekly, I tug his shirt then scoot over and pat the bed.
"Please….just until I fall asleep. Can you…can you stay with me?"
Will's entire face turns a bright pink, and he slowly moves to kneel by my bedside before he takes my hand.
"I'm here, Chelsea. Sleep." He says in a soft, comforting voice, and I oblige, already snuggling deeper under the covers before closing my eyes. Just before I slip off into dreamland, I feel a cool sensation on my forehead, and for a second I wonder what it was before I dismiss the thought and let go of consciousness.