One-Shot #3 One Night
I had invited Sarah to one of our usual sleep-overs. It had been a pretty long time since we had had one. You can tell I was pretty excited. The doorbell rang. I raced downstairs to answer. "Sarah!" "Angie!" We hugged and went inside, going up stairs. It was a pretty fun time, we watched a movie, drew a bit, spent time on the internet, and then I read for a while as she played her new Pokemon game. She was pretty much glued to her screen, I didn't wanna bug her. She did rush to my side though, when Skype went off and it was actually her Slenderman boyfriend calling. They had some pretty long conversation about Pokemon with fairy types and all kinds of other stuff I couldn't really understand.
We went for a walk as the sun was setting, going all the way to the icecream place. It was a bit unusual to go for icecream in October up here in Canada, but hey. We were just glad the place was still open at this time of year. I laughed, almost choking on the cone when Sarah randomly decided to climb up a tree and eat her icecream upside down. I'm not even sure how she did it. "Don't mind me, just your average tree dweling sixteen year old!"
It was getting late so we headed home. We got changed into our pyjamas and went to bed, well...me in bed and her on the small air matress on the floor next to me. I saw her still playing her game as I fell asleep.
I woke-up later that night. It was dark, very dark. A fine line of bluish light from the moon was streaming in from the curtains. I glanced over to the clock to see it was 2:47 in the morning. The air had this strange electric feeling to it. I squinted, my mind still foggy. I almost jumped back in shock when I glanced to my side to see a figure sitting on the ground, back up against the wall. I got my heart beat under control and stared in facination.
The boy's thick curls of dark hair cast a black shadow over his eyes, hiding them from sight. He had one of those black tentacles his kind was so famous for extending from his back and slightly curled besides Sarah's head, going over her shoulder and gently set on her chest as if to protect her. He was also running his fingers through her hair. He was dressed in what I can only guess were pyjama pants. It was a bit weird for a teenage guy to still wear pyjamas, but I suppose not many people would dare insult him if they saw him like this, if only because he had no shirt on. Now I was very loyal to my own boyfriend, but he was...well...a bit of a toothpick. Now this guy...I could see why Sarah liked him. He wasn't too muscular, but his shape was well toned. I hadn't realized that my mouth was hung open. I shook my head. It was funny how he still wore his scarf, even now.
He turned to look at me, his eyes eerily pale in the darkness. He brought his right hand, a finger pressed to his lips to tell me to be quiet. His attention returned to the girl at his side. I, as quietly as I could, asked: "You do this often?" Not taking his eyes off her, and a loving smile on his face, he answered me in a barelly whispered voice that sounded almost more mental than vocal. "Not every night, but often yes. The way our minds are connected makes it difficult for either of us to find peace at such a great distance from one an other. She doesn't feel it as much as I do, her being human and all." I nodded and turned back to lie down, staring at my ceiling. "You going to be here all night?" From the corner of my eye, I saw him shrug.
The air felt so peaceful and soothing, with that weird static energy of his. I quickly fell back to sleep. When I next awoke, it was around three in the morning. I heard soft snoring. Sarah doesn't snore. I sat up and looked to my side and couldn't help but smile. The pair were laying down, facing each other. Sarah's face was nuzzled in his scarf, his head leaning on top of her's. He had a hand on her waist and his four tendrills were out. Two of them were coiled around Sarah's midsection, the other two limply on the ground behind him. The blankets were carefully tucked over them, starting below Tom's waist, and were completly free of any wrinkles. It was as if the two didn't move an inch at all in their sleep. They looked so comfortable in each other's arms, they probably didn't.
How would my parents react when they came to wake me up in the morning if they saw a random guy with black tentacles, sleeping snuggled up with my best friend, in the middle of my room?
I, as quietly as I could, got up from bed. I knew my stealth was embarassing when compared to a slender, but I didn't wake them up and that's all that counts. I carefully stepped over them, making my way to the bedroom door. I flipped the lock and went back to bed, even if I knew he'd most likely be gone when morning came.
AN: Ya. Heeeeeeey! So Pokemon X and Y came out...AND IT IS AWESOME! I got the game, one day later, my starter is fully evolved...and MY GOD FURFROU IS A TANK. Ok, fangirling set asside, I came up with this random little oneshot the other day...Idk... I hope you guys enjoy. And yeah, I warned y'all before hand that these would not be in chronological order...so yeah...Bye! For now... Unless you want to stay, then you can stay and read it over and over again ;-;