You have nightmares. It's weird, you had gone a pretty long time without any, and you were expecting to be extra relaxed after... Last night. But still, you're woken up by strong, firm hands shaking you by the shoulder and a soothing voice telling you to calm down. It's okay, it says. We're okay.
You can't hear your own voice and for a second you feel completely dettached from your own body before you actually wake up and the nightmare is over and there's a soft thigh covering your legs and warm, strong arms wrapped around you. You're okay.
It's still quite early and none of you say anything for a while. Teresa rests her head over your chest and you lay there for what could have been either 5 minutes or 1 hour.
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"Thank you" You say, and Teresa looks at you curiously before smilling and getting up. You try not to stare at her body as she leaves the bed and goes around picking her scattered clothes. It's not a very easy task, made even worse when every now and then she looks back at you and shoots you a rather... arousing smirk.
"Up you go, come on" She says just after putting her shirt on. You pout playfully "Are you seriously going to make you go over there?" She asks, eyebrow raised and hands around her hips.
You let out and exageratted sigh and get up. You feel self conscious over your own body for a second, reaching for the covers, before she says a quiet "You're really beautiful" and your face is on fire.
After you are both dressed and have taken mild care on the sex-hair situation, you go downstairs. You have a feeling the boys know about you, or at least about last night, but you are a bit worrie. Thomas still thinks there's some sort of love triangle revolving around him. When you think about, you recall some mentions on Newt and a boy named Alby dating, and you have seen a few boys that looked like they were dating, so you don't think it'd be an issue. Thomas will, though.
Only Minho and Newt are downstairs, and judging by the silence, everyone else is still asleep. Newt smirks when he sees you two entering the room together.
"Could you give me a warning next time so I don't pick a room next to you?" He sniggers, and Minho chuckles behind him. Teresa blushes, but you laugh along.
"I'll keep her quiet next time" You answer, and both the boys laugh whilst Teresa slaps your forearm "I'm just kidding!" You defend yourself, but you can see a smile playing on her lips.
Newt sits down and places a few cans of food in front of him, invitting the rest of you to join him. You sit in a circle, and you pretend not to notice when Teresa sits a bit too close to you.
You're glad neither Newt nor Minho make any questions regarding your relationship, and instead start a whole different conversation:
"What do you guys think of leaving today?" Asks Minho in his usual uniterested tone.
"Sure. I just don't really know what all the rush" You say.
"It isn't exactly safe here, Brenda" Mumbles Teresa.
"Well, I think that we haven't got many options, either" Says Newt, and you can hear the sadness in his voice. He's given up already.
"I don't really... That's okay. This is neither mine nor Jorge's war, anyway" You reply with a shrug, putting down the now empty can.
Absent mindedly, you place your hand over Teresa's thigh, running your fingers slowly back and forth, and it's not until she slightly trembles from the goosebumps that you notice what you're doing.
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Teresa sits on the edge of your ("ours" she had sais earlier with a playful smirk) bed and slowly puts her very feel belongings inside a backpack, and you make a mental note to thank Frypan for finding all that stuff. She's unusually quiet, and you notice she's shaking slightly. She lets out a feel whispered words to herself every once in a while.
"Teresa?" You kneel in front of her "Are you okay?"
"What? Yeah, I'm fine" She says, entering her serious-warrior mode you'd normally find extremely hot. Though now you only feel uneasy.
"I know you don't know me for long" You say "But you can tell me if something's wrong, okay?"
She sighs, pulling a few strands of hair behind her ear. You smile, encouraging.
"I'm just scared okay?" She says, standing up and leaving the room. Your shoulders deflate.
You're worried. The storm hasn't gone out yet, and the lightining outside is oddly unnatural. Jorge is still observing the pack of boys closely from upstairs, and you feel a mix of emotions regarding them.
It's not after about 15 minutes that they get to where your small group is, and you silently watch from the farest wall as Jorge interacts with them, flinching as he violently beats the kid up. You're almost disappointed. The pack of dirty and tired teenagers seems almost boring to you these days.
It's not until you see her that your interest really picks up with what's happening. She's sprinting forward, all dark hair and light blue, determined eyes, a few scars here and there and a burning anger that, you have to admit, turns you on instantly. She's helping another boy stop the beating, and you have to say she's brave for that. You take the moment to appreciate all that she is, and try to ignore the fact that your heart is beating faster than usual, and it's not due to fear. You can just picture so many things with her, and boy, why were you ever disappointed?
After the fight is over and the (dumbass of a boy, you note after he gets a bit too friendly and touchy feely with the dark haired goddess) and Jorge leave for whatever, you don't necessarily try to hide your gawking, and take pride on the fact that no one seems to notice it.
That is, until she does. Only a few times in your life have you been this nervous, and after everything that has happened to the world, that is saying something. Her eyes roam you over for 0.2 seconds before they lock with yours and you have to remind yourself to keep you cool exterior and appear non-chalant as you stare right back at her. You notice a slight change in demeanor as her expression softens and her eyebrows furrow ever so slightly and shit, you are in so much trouble. The staring is broken off when a boy grabs her shoulder, and you look at him just in time to see his lips forming the words Teresa.
That's a nice name, you muse.