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I also couldn't help but hold back a laugh.
There she was, sitting up on the couch, feet propped up on the table with at least 6 empty bottles of beer littering it, not to mention the one in her hand. And I'm talking about the hand that's not shoved into her sweatpants, which by the way are mine. The sports bra she's wearing is hers, though. But what made me chuckle the most is the way her head is off to the side as her mouth hangs slightly open with light snores that causes the wild hair thats hanging over it to blow with each snore.
"Tegan." I called, looking at the TV. Friday Night Lights was playing on it. Oh Tegan. Her ways of getting off were so quirky and strange sometimes.
When She didn't wake up, I gently took the glass beer bottle out of her hands with a sigh. Even with half her face covered in hair, I could see the pink bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. So, although she looks like she was having a grand 'ole time here by herself, I know she needs a break…So waking her up and bringing her to the bedroom to sleep would be a more comfortable idea. That way I can clean the place, so I can actually see it without all the mess ontop of it.
I sat down next to her and moved the hair out of her face. Then, I gently shook her shoulder to try to rouse her awake. This is when everything came crashing down…on top of me. Literally.
With an incoherent mumble, Tegans body began to slowly topple over and crumbled onto me. At first, I thought she was awake because A:The yell of her name I shrieked out my mouth surley would have woke me up, and B: She was talking now, all while fighting against me as I squirmed underneath her.
"I don't have time for your paperwork," She mumbled into my chest.
"And it's not fair!" she whines, "I always do the most work" She cried as she pressed her body into me. I tried scooting up, but she began to growl as she bunched my shirt in her fists, and I stopped moving just as her face was resting on the exposed skin of my lower stomach. Her chest and body fit into the space of my open legs, trapping me into this odd, yet somewhat sexual position. Just try not to wiggle too much, Lindsey. Now is not the time, even if it's been awhile already.
"Tegan, wake up please," I toyed with her hair as her breath tickled my stomach.
"It's not Lindsey. It's not her fault,"
What the hell is she dreaming about?
"Tegan," I called, one last time. She sucked in a deep breath as she moaned and moved her hands to get a feel for where she was. The hand that was on my belly button moved lower to my thigh, and confused, I felt her hand grasp on to the flesh before slowly lifting her head and looking up at me through half closed eyes.
"Linds?" She sighed
A loud guttural groan came from Tegan as she moved up to lay on my chest, situating herself in between my legs again but more comfy for me this time. Though, I kind of miss the pressure from her last position.
"Honey," I tried
"Sweetheart I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She began, and I stopped my motion of trying to pry her off of me, so I could hear her out, even if she was still half asleep and sounded delirious.
"I just don't want you to be mad at me. Everyone's always mad at me for some reason and I can't have my girlfriend being mad at me too,"
"I can't be mad at you anymore. It's not possible. I just needed time to sort through things Tee,"
I heard her sigh and relax into me, as I did with her. There were a couple moments of comfortable silence,
"I've missed you," She whispered, hands tracing my collarbone.
"I've missed you too." I confessed
"I thought hangovers were supposed to come the next mornings, not two hours later,"
"Oh I'm sure you'll have one in the morning too. Tee, when's the last time you showered?" I asked, feeling the greasy texture of her hair between my fingertips.
"Uh, Three days ago."
Yikes...I think you should get to it,"
"Eh, I'll get on that later."
"You'll get to it now if you want any sort of physical contact with me later."
She slowly breathed in and out heavily, and shifted herself between my legs again.
"Lindsey." She said intently, "I feel like shit. It's not a great time for me to shower right now.
Not very pleased with her tone, I abruptly began sitting up.
"Well then." I sighed, removing myself off the couch, while I watched as Tegans body harshly collided with the couch.
"No cuddles for you. I don't want to snuggle with a smelly grease-ball" I finished, beginning to pick up the bottles and moving them to the sink.
As I turned to go back to finish the rest of them off, I watched Tegan slowly walk, her skin pasty and she was somewhat dragging her body while slightly crouched, holding her lower stomach. Her face was queasy. She looked really sad and I'm afraid I've really upset her.
By the time I snapped out of it, Tegan had already walked up the step to her bedroom and shut the bathroom door. I heard her lock it just as I approached it. Still, I tried turning the knob.
"Tegan….Sweetheart I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
No answer, but I could hear her shuffling.
"Tegan come on."
….
"Tegan, Answer me."
The bath water turned on, muffling my attempts to get her to speak to me.
I huffed in defeat, and turned away from the door and decided I'd clean the rest of the apartment and go to bed.
