When they arrived back at Sean's house, they were both soaking wet. It was about seven o'clock as they opened the front door, giggling.
"It's cold," Ellie managed to get out. They were almost halfway home, when it started pouring. Sean had grabbed Ellie's hand, and they took off running.
Sean slipped out of his sneakers, and Ellie took off her boots. They saw Mr. and Mrs. Cameron and Tracker sitting on the couch as they crept toward Sean's room.
Sean closed the door behind them, and turned on the little space heater on the ground. He pulled out of his sweatshirt, and threw it onto the floor. His wife beater was wet as well, so he grabbed another one out of his dresser.
Ellie was looking around at the things in his room, and noticed he only had the basic things: an unmade bed, a dresser, and a side table. When she turned back to face Sean, he had his shirt off. She couldn't help but stare at his toned body. As he went to put on his grey wife beater, she saw his biceps flex, and while he was pulling it over his stomach, she watched his six-pack disappear under the material.
She was still staring as he looked up at her, "Ellie? Ellie, are you okay?"
Ellie snapped back to reality, "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine."
Sean noticed she was shivering, "Do you want something to change in to?"
Ellie quickly nodded her head, "That would be great."
Sean went through his clothes. Ellie could tell that he was looking for a long sleeve shirt. He finally found one in the back of his closet. It was navy blue without any symbols or designs. He grabbed two pairs of sweats out of his dresser, and handed her the smaller pair, "There going to be big on you, but there are drawstrings, so they can get a little smaller."
Ellie nodded her head as she held the clothes in her arms, "I'm gonna go down to the bathroom, so you can change in here."
Ellie nodded again as Sean left with a pair of black sweats. She could smell his scent on the clothes as she put them on. *He smells so good. . . what am I doing?!* She shook her head as she finished getting dressed. *I wonder if I'm allowed to be in here.*
Sean sat with his family in the livingroom as he waited for Ellie to finish getting dressed. He stood up and walked to the bedroom door. *I don't want to just barge in. She might not be finished.* He knew he couldn't knock on the door, because his parents might hear. Tracker never cared when he had girls over in his room. Well, at least he never seemed to care. He would just go to his own room, or go for a walk. Sean wasn't sure how his parents would react to a girl being in his room.
He quietly cracked the door open, and waited for Ellie to say something. When he didn't hear a response, he opened the door a little more. Still no answer. He took a chance, and opened the door all the way, and slipped inside. He closed his door, and quickly turned to face it.
"Ellie?" he whispered. She didn't answer him, and he became a little worried. He slowly turned around and saw her lying on his bed.
She had taken out her braids, and her red hair was spread out above her head as she laid on her side. He smiled at her sleeping figure, and picked up his comforter that was hanging off the side of the bed. He carefully pulled it over her, and turned off the light.
It wasn't even eight o'clock, so he quietly shut the door behind him, and walked out into the livingroom. He sat down beside his brother.
"Hey Seany, are we sleeping in your room?" Mr. Cameron asked. Sean glared at his older brother. His look clearly stated "There is no way in hell I'm going to let them in my room."
Tracker nodded his head, "Actually, you guys are going to sleep in my room. I'll take Sean's bed and he'll have the couch."
Sean kept staring at Tracker, "Tracker, can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
Tracker was confused, but stood up and followed his little brother into the kitchen, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm not letting them sleep in your room. What more do you want?"
"I want my room to myself," Sean requested.
"I've got seniority on you, so I get the bed, and you get the couch,"Tracker explained.
"Tracker, please, just let me have my room," Sean begged.
"Why do you care?" Tracker said, "I'm your older brother, and legal guardian, so *I* get the bed."
"Somebody already has the bed," Sean admitted.
Tracker had a confused expression on his face, then suddenly, it dawned on him, "You gotta girl in there? Man, you don't waste any time, do ya? Can't you just ask her to leave?"
Sean sighed, "Man, it's not like that. We didn't do anything, she just fell asleep."
"I'm sorry Sean. Maybe next time . . ."
"No, we weren't *going* to do anything. She doesn't exactly have the best home life either, and so I don't think she gets a lot of sleep. So can you please just take the couch?" Sean was getting frustrated.
"Fine, fine, fine. But, man, you owe me," Tracker said as he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and made his way back into the livingroom.
Sean sighed as he turned on his heel, and walked back down the hall. Tracker didn't have a space heater, so he had about three comforters on his bed. Sean grabbed one, and walked across the hall to his room.
He quietly opened the door, and shut it behind him. Ellie was lying on er back, staring at the ceiling.
"I thought you were sleeping," Sean said as he sat down on the foot of the bed. Ellie sat up, and scooted next to him.
"I was, but I woke up. I should probably go home," Ellie's voice was groggy, and she struggled to stand up.
"Why don't you just stay the night?" Sean suggested, "I'll wash your clothes tonight, and tomorrow morning, I'll you home."
Ellie sat back down, and bit her lower lip as she contemplated whether or not to go home, "Okay," she agreed.
Sean smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and grabbed her pile of clothes, "I'll be right back."
Ellie laid back down, and covered herself up with the blanket. She hadn't slept well since her dad left. And right now, Sean's bed felt so comfortable.
She was just about to fall back asleep, when the door opened. She sat up as Sean spread his blanket on the floor, "I'll sleep on the ground," Ellie offered. *He shouldn't have to sleep on the floor of his own house.*
As she started to climb out of bed, Sean stopped her, "It's okay, Ellie. I'll be fine."
Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, thinking if what she was about to do was a good idea, "Sean?" he had already lied down, and he grunted in response to his name. *He must be tired, too.* Ellie bit her lower lip, "Will you sleep up here with me?"
Sean's eyes flew open. *Not a good idea, not a good idea.* He kept telling himself. *Say no, just say no.* He managed to squeak out, "I'm fine."
"Sean, I'd really like it if you'd sleep up here with me," Ellie waited for his response.
"Are you sure?" Sean asked as he rolled over to face her. That was a bad idea. Her wet hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and since his shirt was too big for her, one of her shoulders was exposed.
Ellie nodded her head, and scooted over as she laid down. Sean carefully crawled into bed beside her, and pulled the covers over both of them. She smiled at him, and gave him an almost innocent kiss on the lips.
"Sweet dreams Sean," Ellie said.
"Goodnight Ellie," Sean replied.
Sean smiled as she snuggled back against him. Her breathing started to slow, and he figured she had fallen asleep, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Ellie Nash," he whispered into her hair as he fell asleep.
Ellie wasn't sleeping. She heard what he said, and she looked over her shoulder to see his peaceful face. She whispered back, "I love you too, Sean Cameron."
"What the hell is going on?" Sean and Ellie both sat up straight at the sound of the screaming voice.
"Dad, it's not what you think," Sean tried to explain as Mr. Cameron charged at him and threw him out of the bed.
"It's cold," Ellie managed to get out. They were almost halfway home, when it started pouring. Sean had grabbed Ellie's hand, and they took off running.
Sean slipped out of his sneakers, and Ellie took off her boots. They saw Mr. and Mrs. Cameron and Tracker sitting on the couch as they crept toward Sean's room.
Sean closed the door behind them, and turned on the little space heater on the ground. He pulled out of his sweatshirt, and threw it onto the floor. His wife beater was wet as well, so he grabbed another one out of his dresser.
Ellie was looking around at the things in his room, and noticed he only had the basic things: an unmade bed, a dresser, and a side table. When she turned back to face Sean, he had his shirt off. She couldn't help but stare at his toned body. As he went to put on his grey wife beater, she saw his biceps flex, and while he was pulling it over his stomach, she watched his six-pack disappear under the material.
She was still staring as he looked up at her, "Ellie? Ellie, are you okay?"
Ellie snapped back to reality, "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine."
Sean noticed she was shivering, "Do you want something to change in to?"
Ellie quickly nodded her head, "That would be great."
Sean went through his clothes. Ellie could tell that he was looking for a long sleeve shirt. He finally found one in the back of his closet. It was navy blue without any symbols or designs. He grabbed two pairs of sweats out of his dresser, and handed her the smaller pair, "There going to be big on you, but there are drawstrings, so they can get a little smaller."
Ellie nodded her head as she held the clothes in her arms, "I'm gonna go down to the bathroom, so you can change in here."
Ellie nodded again as Sean left with a pair of black sweats. She could smell his scent on the clothes as she put them on. *He smells so good. . . what am I doing?!* She shook her head as she finished getting dressed. *I wonder if I'm allowed to be in here.*
Sean sat with his family in the livingroom as he waited for Ellie to finish getting dressed. He stood up and walked to the bedroom door. *I don't want to just barge in. She might not be finished.* He knew he couldn't knock on the door, because his parents might hear. Tracker never cared when he had girls over in his room. Well, at least he never seemed to care. He would just go to his own room, or go for a walk. Sean wasn't sure how his parents would react to a girl being in his room.
He quietly cracked the door open, and waited for Ellie to say something. When he didn't hear a response, he opened the door a little more. Still no answer. He took a chance, and opened the door all the way, and slipped inside. He closed his door, and quickly turned to face it.
"Ellie?" he whispered. She didn't answer him, and he became a little worried. He slowly turned around and saw her lying on his bed.
She had taken out her braids, and her red hair was spread out above her head as she laid on her side. He smiled at her sleeping figure, and picked up his comforter that was hanging off the side of the bed. He carefully pulled it over her, and turned off the light.
It wasn't even eight o'clock, so he quietly shut the door behind him, and walked out into the livingroom. He sat down beside his brother.
"Hey Seany, are we sleeping in your room?" Mr. Cameron asked. Sean glared at his older brother. His look clearly stated "There is no way in hell I'm going to let them in my room."
Tracker nodded his head, "Actually, you guys are going to sleep in my room. I'll take Sean's bed and he'll have the couch."
Sean kept staring at Tracker, "Tracker, can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
Tracker was confused, but stood up and followed his little brother into the kitchen, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm not letting them sleep in your room. What more do you want?"
"I want my room to myself," Sean requested.
"I've got seniority on you, so I get the bed, and you get the couch,"Tracker explained.
"Tracker, please, just let me have my room," Sean begged.
"Why do you care?" Tracker said, "I'm your older brother, and legal guardian, so *I* get the bed."
"Somebody already has the bed," Sean admitted.
Tracker had a confused expression on his face, then suddenly, it dawned on him, "You gotta girl in there? Man, you don't waste any time, do ya? Can't you just ask her to leave?"
Sean sighed, "Man, it's not like that. We didn't do anything, she just fell asleep."
"I'm sorry Sean. Maybe next time . . ."
"No, we weren't *going* to do anything. She doesn't exactly have the best home life either, and so I don't think she gets a lot of sleep. So can you please just take the couch?" Sean was getting frustrated.
"Fine, fine, fine. But, man, you owe me," Tracker said as he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and made his way back into the livingroom.
Sean sighed as he turned on his heel, and walked back down the hall. Tracker didn't have a space heater, so he had about three comforters on his bed. Sean grabbed one, and walked across the hall to his room.
He quietly opened the door, and shut it behind him. Ellie was lying on er back, staring at the ceiling.
"I thought you were sleeping," Sean said as he sat down on the foot of the bed. Ellie sat up, and scooted next to him.
"I was, but I woke up. I should probably go home," Ellie's voice was groggy, and she struggled to stand up.
"Why don't you just stay the night?" Sean suggested, "I'll wash your clothes tonight, and tomorrow morning, I'll you home."
Ellie sat back down, and bit her lower lip as she contemplated whether or not to go home, "Okay," she agreed.
Sean smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and grabbed her pile of clothes, "I'll be right back."
Ellie laid back down, and covered herself up with the blanket. She hadn't slept well since her dad left. And right now, Sean's bed felt so comfortable.
She was just about to fall back asleep, when the door opened. She sat up as Sean spread his blanket on the floor, "I'll sleep on the ground," Ellie offered. *He shouldn't have to sleep on the floor of his own house.*
As she started to climb out of bed, Sean stopped her, "It's okay, Ellie. I'll be fine."
Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, thinking if what she was about to do was a good idea, "Sean?" he had already lied down, and he grunted in response to his name. *He must be tired, too.* Ellie bit her lower lip, "Will you sleep up here with me?"
Sean's eyes flew open. *Not a good idea, not a good idea.* He kept telling himself. *Say no, just say no.* He managed to squeak out, "I'm fine."
"Sean, I'd really like it if you'd sleep up here with me," Ellie waited for his response.
"Are you sure?" Sean asked as he rolled over to face her. That was a bad idea. Her wet hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and since his shirt was too big for her, one of her shoulders was exposed.
Ellie nodded her head, and scooted over as she laid down. Sean carefully crawled into bed beside her, and pulled the covers over both of them. She smiled at him, and gave him an almost innocent kiss on the lips.
"Sweet dreams Sean," Ellie said.
"Goodnight Ellie," Sean replied.
Sean smiled as she snuggled back against him. Her breathing started to slow, and he figured she had fallen asleep, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Ellie Nash," he whispered into her hair as he fell asleep.
Ellie wasn't sleeping. She heard what he said, and she looked over her shoulder to see his peaceful face. She whispered back, "I love you too, Sean Cameron."
"What the hell is going on?" Sean and Ellie both sat up straight at the sound of the screaming voice.
"Dad, it's not what you think," Sean tried to explain as Mr. Cameron charged at him and threw him out of the bed.