Episode 5
I haven't been hanging out with Trent since the incident yesterday. It just felt much too awkward. I've been finding Green a lot happier with himself lately, and friendlier for the past hour in PE we had.
"Sammie, what's up?" He nudged my side with his elbow gently.
"Not anything exceptional, doofus. We're in class, and Lt. Surge wouldn't like us socializing." I answered with a hard tone.
"He won't care, come on, it's ME, not some foreign exchange nobody," his voice indicated that he thought of himself as much more important.
"Green, where are your manners?! Arceus, if you want to dish an insult, it's better in person!" I countered, annoyance making my tone higher.
"Sammie! Ugh, it's nothing too bad, geez. Since when did you care so much for a guy?"
His question struck a cord.
"Because YOU caused a rift in our friendship, YOU don't think about others, and YOU are just a pain in the neck that everybody loves!" I shouted, attracting the attention from our instructer.
"Samantha! Green! How many times this month do I have to send you to the office? Get your butts out now!" He boomed, literally boiling.
"Look what YOU got us into!" I seethed, my teeth clenched.
Green just stood there like the idiot he is. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and grabbed him arm. Muttering curses, I towed him behind me to the exit double doors.
Mr. Alder's expression was one of surprise.
"My, Green, uh, why are you in here again?"
"..." When no response came, I thought swiftly.
"The teacher needed us to fetch something. Some coffee."
"Now, who's the instructer?"
I couldn't think of a name.
"Lt. Surge." I added in.
"By my experience, I do not know that he drinks coffee, he always seemed to be the water kind of person," the principal's voice rung suspicion.
"Actually, it's for Maylene, but she doesn't have as much authority over us, and Lt. Surge thought it appropriate to ask for coffee to be sent to her, and didn't want her to get into trouble." Green spoke, behaving like his usual self. Alder bought the bait, and nodded quietly.
"Go on ahead to the Teacher's Lounge."
As soon as we were alone in the confinement of the room, the brunette placed his hand on my shoulder.
"I can't acquire slips from here, and Surge will find it at most, doubtful that we go out without coffee, and in with coffee and a slip for Maylene. And Alder is going to be sceptic when we don't head out of here with coffee. Look at the mess you stuck us into." His statement felt cold. He leaned in to whisper.
"I'm sorry, Samantha, I didn't mean it. I don't get it. What's so important about that German student, eh? What do you find so interesting in him more than me?"
"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, fuddled.
"I mean, what do you find special in that foreign Junior that you don't find in me." Green's words finally made sense.
"He's polite and takes the time to learn about people rather than directly about them like it was a policeman's interrogation," I began, thinking at the top of my head, and was interrupted.
"I can do that! I can do it just fine!" He huffed, and his other hand clasped at my left shoulder.
"He's nice and considerate."
"I can be that,"
"He-" I didn't finish, because foreign lips crushed onto mine. His lips were hot and soft, with a hard edge to it. My eyes widened from the sudden attack, so I began to try to push him away from me, to no avail. His eyes were closed, his lashes resting against his cheek, his body inching towards mine. (Which was resting against the sharp edge of the counter behind me.)
"Green! You, you have a girlfriend!" I exclaimed horrifically (I don't even know if it's a word xD) when he finally let me go.
"I've always wanted to try that, little Junior," He chuckled, and leaned in, expecting me to return the favor.
"Green! Are you out of your mind?" I gasped.
"What do you mean?" He pulled back and quizzaclly gazed at me.
"YOU have a GIRLFRIEND," I reminded him, trying not to reveal how surprised and slightly finding joy in that tiny intimate moment.
"We broke up three days ago, didn't you notice?" He scowled at my ignorance.
"Definately not," I countered, blushing slightly.
"Well then?"
"No, first of all, we're in the teachers' lounge, and second, I don't know you that well." I huffed, my nose scrunching up.
"We can work on the latter," he fingered my cheek, and continued in a semi-seductive voice:
"I can bet that you enjoyed it," he smirked at my reaction, which was a large and noticable gulp and furious head shaking.
"Come on, Sammie, confess."
"I believe that I liked it-"
"Good enough for me," He interrupted yet again with a softer, meaningful bond of our lips.
"We have to go before suspicion drives them crazy," I ordered, looking at my interesting hands. He got the signal and laughed.
As we were heading out of the door with a fancy cup of coffee in Green's hand, Alder didn't raise an eyebrow or even twitch at the sight of my reddening face or Green's outrages comments on me.
Lt. Surge was considerably leery eyed at the both of us when we entered with bare hands, (Green slurped the coffee on the way and handed the rest to another passing student)
"Where's the slip?" his gruff voice quized us.
"We don't need one, both of us just have to go run three laps outside of the gym," Green answered with a cool and persuasive tone, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Surge turned to face me and silently asked. I nodded.
"Make it five and don't take your time! I'll have Gracie watch you two," Dubiousness rang in his voice.
"Yessir," the brunette saluted the teacher and lead me out, his arm wrapping around mine.
"What are you doing? Let go," I demanded, so not used to be held in such a manner.
"Sammie, you're a special friend now, and I've got to show it, ya know? I don't want some guy to trample all over you,"
"You're making it sound like how Trent was treating me last night," I growled and shoved his arm off.
"What?! Trent thinks he can just grab you away from me?" Green sounded like a dog snarling over a plate of food.
"Neither Trent nor you own me!" I exclaimed, exhausted of all of this "She's mine, back off" attitude from two guys.
"I'm not saying it like that, I'm just pointing out that, I've got the first kiss, and I'm pretty sure that German Junior didn't-"
"How did you know that you were my first-!" The guy clamped his hand over my mouth and shushed me.
"She's coming, let me handle this," He went onto "Cool Guy" mode and readied himsel to win over Gracie, the most hard hearted Senior I know.
"Gracie, darling, how are you on this great day today?" Green's smooth talking didn't even cause a crack on her surface.
"Shut it, Green, and run them laps already." Her scraggled voice indicated something illegal she's done before. Her choppy hair, heavy makeup, and choice of clothes swiftly separated her from many of us and banded the girl with others like her. I never talked to her before, but I've heard rumors. She smuggled three Pokemon in, (the limit is clearly one), possibly smoked, and had a system running. So far.
"Gracie, come on and give us a break,"
"Just because your on your high horse and this girl is just another victim of yours, doesn't mean I'm gonna let you run amuck, just those laps, get your ass going already!" She hoarsely yelled.
Victim. She's referring to me, and his reputation with girls. As if I belong to him.
Without another word, I began to run the laps around the large gym, regretting my previous fit. Green just stood there, glaring at Gracie's words, and how they must've affected me.
When I finished, I silently entered the gym and continued with my courses, calves whining. I sighed and was grateful for the showering bell.
"How are you today, Samantha?" Trent was behind me on the lunch line.
"Fine." I was pulling out the "one word sentences" card, but he deserved it.
"Samantha, I just want to apologize and possibly talk with you after the meal," He pleaded.
"Maybe." I let out an unheard sigh.
"Please,"
"Fine, sure. Whatever."
We ate in silence. When he finally broke the ice between us, he asked:
"Do you like me?"
I froze, stunned. I wasn't expecting a question like that.
He repeated the question a bit louder, thinking that I didn't hear it before.
"I-I don't know, Trent." I finally replied before he decided to scream it.
"I like you." He confessed and made me look into his eyes.
"Samantha, I enjoy your company and I hate it when I see you unhappy. I am attracted to you, and I hope it's the same on the other side. I don't want to be infatuated with a wall."
I couldn't swallow. I couldn't think. I didn't know.
"Sammie! How's my little junior?" Green jovially exclaimed, patting the top of my head and ruffling a few hairs. Trent sat and glowered.
"Mind if I sit here?" He directed the question to me, knowing that Trent would definately object. I gave a slight nod as my answer.
"Wow, Taurus burger looks delicious today, doesn't it?" He didn't seem to notice the awkward tension in the air. I found my nails to be utmost the fascinating fashionistas today.
"Green, do you mind if I excuse you to go to your own fancy table?" Trent's tone was rough.
"In fact, I do mind, if you do not notice, a young lady invited me in the first place," he nodded, in signal to gesturing towards my general direction. I minutely died inside.
"Well then, Samantha, do I have to repeat my earlier question?"
"No..." I whispered, hoping Green didn't notice.
"What question?" Arceus be damned.
"Why, I was just inquiring on her crushes." He made a point to look taller in his seat.
"Interesting, so Sammie, who DO you like?" Extra pressure plopped onto my shoulders.
"Well..."
"It was a specific question, Green, I asked if she was attracted to me," Trent drawled, and drank his Oran juice slowly.
Green eyes pierced mine. I wilted further.
"DO you like him?" It sounded so much like an acusation.
I drew in a breath, and opened my mouth to answer-
"Sammie! So that's where you hide!" Rosetta leaped onto Trent's lap, unaware of his uncomfortable expression.
"Yeah, it's just a little break from the gang, ya know?" I was relieved to have a distraction.
"Oh, my. You seem to be having a LOT of fun over here!" She giggled, finding two competitive guys flanking my table.
"It's NOT like that!" I gasped, blush dusting my cheeks a deep tomato red.
"Whatever, I see why you don't hang around the room anymore! Oh well, see ya during Art tomorrow!" She squealed and skipped towards the usual seats.
*Riiiing!* The warning bell indicated that class started in ten minutes, and we had to hurry our teenage bodies before we recieved detention.
"Gotta go," Green remarked, standing.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious," Trent commented, rolling his eyes.
"Quit it, you two, or I'll have to-" I didn't get to finish my warning, because the cafeteria manager cleared his throat.
We scurried like Patrat to our classes, except for Green, who was, of course, in no hurry.
"Green, I like that you separated from that Bertha person, but, I have to ask, why are you moving to this junior?" Red asked his pal, his eyebrows arched.
"It just sounds fun, finding someone almost like-"
"Sabrina."
"Yeah, she just reminds me of her, in a way."
"Better watch out then, because, what if she chooses that other junior over you?" Red sounded concerned for the pompous friend he's been watching over almost their entire lives.
"Since when did you feel entitled to run my love life?" Green responded, slightly aggravated that his bud wasn't thrilled and suspected that Sammie would choose someone she barely knew over him.
"Since the Sabrina incident."
"Well, I'm not the one who has all of the relationship and crush troubles," Green huffed.
"What do you mean?" Red questioned, his eyebrowed furrowing in befuddlement.
"You're acting like you don't notice Yellow oggle you every single second of the day."
"Yellow?" Red exclaimed, his eyes betraying his surprise.
"Duh, she's been crushing on you since forever. I feel bad for that girl really. She IS my cousin. It pains the back of my neck knowing that my relative is in love with my best rival." Green shuddered slightly, looking at his friend.
Red fell silent again, unknown to these kinds of situations. His mind raced to all of the moments he spent with the blonde, and began finding times when she grinned truly at his tiny remarks, the ways he associated himself with people, and felt sorry. He felt like he did something bad, and it weighed heavily on his shoulders. He had three classes with her, and the girl was always beside him.
"Well, whatever. School's over. I'm heading over to see if she's there," Green smiled, and carried his backpack to his dorm room to reside by itself. He also began searching for Samantha, leaving Red to his own problem to face.
Red just stood there like a statue, reminicing each passing second he had had with Yellow, searching for any signs.
Episode 6
"Alright, class, Erika is sick today, so I'm the substitute, and I'm pretty sure you all know me. For those who don't I'm Burgh and today, I'm gonna show you guys how to blend colors appropriately, or maybe even encourage you to be various. Who knows, one of ya might be creative enough to teach me something!" Burgh laughed, and pulled out a large, naked canvas.
"Students, audience, do any of you have a specific request for me to demonstrate?" The question hung between 23 shy students.
"Can you paint a Zoroark and a happy trainer?" N's voice rang in the air, certainty hanging.
"Great! Sure, of course I can do that, it'll just take me a couple of minutes," the teacher grinned, and swiftly turned, picked out a brush, dipped it in two primary colors to mix, and began dabbing at the canvas.
Several of my classmates "ooh"-ed and "aah"-ed at the appropriate moments, truly astounded at Burgh's quick and dainty movements, strokes, and dashes. Not too long after, there was N resting against a rock and a Zoroark grinning madly, almost seeming mischievous.
Although there was no regular skin tone (N's skin was a blur between red and green) and the colors seemed random (Zoroark was blue, yellow, and purple), but the portion Burgh took over was wonderful and tasteful.
"So, did anyone notice what I did here to this piece?" Burgh questioned in a Professor's tone.
"You didn't use the normal colors, you mixed it up and had fun with it," Rosetta responded, eyes shining.
"Correct, I didn't do the technique most artists like myself would use, I blended colors to create new ones, using only Red, Green, Yellow, and Blue. Can anyone tell me what their names are overall?" I knew the answer, but N beat me to it.
"Those are primary colors, sir," he beamed.
"Righto! Primary colors. So, in conclusion, I just painted a picture with blended primary colors. Students, you all seem so eager, I'd like to step off the stage and let you guys take the show, grab a brush and a bit o' paint, and go wild!" Burgh threw his hands up and walked off the raised stage. Immediately, everyone scrambled to get a good spot.
As I stayed in my seat and became the only audience, I learned what the people wanted to paint in their own spots.
N was painting a picture of a Darmanitan romping in the woods, with the colors random. The Stooges all coordinated a large battle scene, each stroke dramatic and enhancing the tension. Rosetta began to paint out a Ninetales and a Rapidash both using Flamethrower to spiral out a complex thread of fire. The flame itself was a haze of blues and greys, and the Pokemon were bright reds and a flash of green. There was this student named Krissa who was drawing out a sky and the sea mixed in together, with the flying types and marine Pokemon. The flying types were yellows and purples while the water types were reds and black in the hazy setting. The rest were normal, and slightly uncoordinated.
"Why, Samantha? There's a spot left if you want to join?" Burgh quietly murmured from behind me.
"Uh, Mr. Burgh, would you mind if I just watch right now? I don't feel it in me today."
"Artist's block?"
"Yeah, sort of." I sheepishly began to stare at my wonderful nails.
"Relationship troubles? Sorry if you mind my delving."
"Exactly, and I don't mind, it's just that there are two certain people that keep getting on my tail. And both expect me to choose one of them." I sighed.
"Oh, wow. Your generation is much more serious than mine was. Back when I was seventeen, it was pretty much a taboo to actually do anything serious on school grounds, no smooching or anything." He shook his head.
"Well, I hope it works out for ya," the instructer tried to reassure me and went to the other student to encourage. I continued to watch.
"Do you know what's weird?" I asked Trent during lunch, hoping that he would've already forgot about yesterday.
"What?"
"English and History are talking about this Dragon Conquers Emperor story pretty seriously," I admitted.
"It's a pretty important story, and I guess its just Brock. He loves telling old myths. And it's in History, its our history, so I guess it's fantastic enough to be included in both core classes." He was trying to hard to act normally.
"Is there anything wrong?" I treaded carefully.
"I just want you to answer the question." His gaze didn't reach my eyes.
"Trent, I-"
"Sammie! How's it going?" That dreaded voice interrupted yet again, and Green himself plopped in the seat he previously took before.
"Green, how nice of you interrupt us," Trent grumbled, his eyes closed and temple animatedly throbbing.
"Be a good chap and listen, I've got great news!"
"What is it?" I inquired, slighly curious.
"There's a Welcome Back dance this weekend, yeah a bit late I know, but they're fun! Say, Samantha, do ya wanna join me?" His tone was a bit too eager.
"What about me?" Trapped between both questions, I sought an alternative.
"I-I'm not raring to go actually." Lame, but effective.
"Why not?" Both exclaimed in unision.
"Because... I have more important things to do." Another lame reply, but still.
"Give me a legit excuse, Sammie." Green's jade eyes darkened.
"I honestly don't have an idea to pick," I confessed and didn't meet any of their gazes.
"That's it? Seriously? Sammie, if ya metioned that earlier, you woul've already had a date! Geez." Green laughed, his head hanging back.
"What do you mean exactly?" I demanded, not feeling like being put down for being stupid.
"Easy peezy, me and Trent-o have to have some kind of dual, whatever you chose, and win ya! Just like in the olden days," His fingers made that *click!* sound.
"Do you really think I'm a trophy?!" I huffed, getting dangerously close to kicking someone.
"In a way, all women are. Just different types and different men have different ways of flaunting them," Trent recieved a whack from the hand closest to him.
"I am not, and I WILL not be anybody's trophy!"
"Sammie, come on, don't get all independent chick on us, it's not fair! You're seventeen, you need to start living!" Green whined, and placed a hand on my cheek.
"And that kiss was just the start of this," he continued, grinning like the idiot he is.
"Kiss?" Trent was shocked. And angry.
"Yeah, she didn't tell ya? Ha, and I thought that you two were close enough to tell each and every secret!" The doofus replied.
"Is this true?" Trent accused, his pupils shooting bullets into mine.
"Yes." I didn't have to say anymore. He grabbed his plate, scraped the chair away, and stomped off.
"Well, that was easy," the idiot commented in a satisfied tone, and his arm rested against my shoulders.
"Green, seriously, did you absolutely have to say that?" I whined, feeling like a lost the only guy friend I possibly would ever have in my life again.
"Sam, there are two kinds of people, and you can have only one of each: those who are your friends, and then the closer, more intimate friends. It was either you chose me or Trent, and since you didn't choose, chance took it as its timing, and here I am, I'm the one who beat through the bush, and now you don't have to worry about some fight you thought that would come up to happen any day. SO be happy for crying out loud! You got one of us, and I got ya." He took a breath, "stop being such a worm and enjoy this for a moment at least, like how you were when you kissed me back."
"I-I didn't!" My eyes were wide as a Deerling in the headlighs.
"I felt it, and I knew by your body language that you loved it, want some more?" He leaned in precariously close. He smelled of a hind of cologne and peppermint tea.
"Come on, it's perfectly fine, I won't mention 'trophy' or 'property', just for you, okay?" He pecked my cheek and nibbled on his food some more.
"I won't be a bragger if you be a happy Swellow. Deal?" His grin was sugary and boyish.
"Fine. Deal." I smirked, acting jovial for a second and nearly failed. Good thing he didn't notice.
"Now, I need to get to know ya better, so wanna hang after school or something? Movie? Dinner for two? Anything." He nudged my shoulder and stole a kiss. I blushed and replied:
"Let's just take it slow, and chat for a bit after school, if that's fine with you," I crept a peek at him.
"That's just great! Smell ya later!" He got up just as the warning bell rang.
"See you," I murmured and picked up my tray.
It's gonna be a long day, but hopefully fine.
Episode 7
One of the bad things about being in a boarding school with about 6 hundred students, is that news travel FAST. It's horrible. Because people begin to notice you, and awknowledge your presence. Just because of who your current boyfriend is.
Then there are the haters, there's always some. First of all, Bertha. She b!tches about it all the time. She makes sure that I know of the "pain" she is going through because I "stole" her ex. And then some guys.
Jake from my history class began to bother me way more than usual. Taunting me, trying to find one of my aggravating spots.
Green says it's all just normal jealousy. It'll pass.
Well, it's been a whole week, and I'm still getting hate texts and even a threat.
But, through all of this, Green and I have been spending a lot of time together. Alone, somewhere in hiding spots he claimed to run off to when things came too out of hand. Spots only he knew of.
"Sam, tell me, what's your favorite food, not snack, food?" He was toying with a strand of my hair, laying on his back next to me, staring at the sky.
"It's always has been Oran and Pinap cake. I never actually ate it too much, and it's pretty rare to get, but I love that stuff. Whenever my grandmother brought some to me and my mother's home, she'd always leave at least a piece for me. But that was years ago." I replied quietly, the words only for his ears.
"Really? Mine's a Taurus steak. Sounds kinda harsh, but I adore those. Heh, I can order a cake for ya, and we can share it here. If you want," he was acting like I would explode up at that statement.
"That'd be so nice of you! But they're costly..."
"Nothing too bad to worry about, and it's a special occasion."
I grinned genuinely. When I turned my head towards his, I met lips (which I began to find a lot more recently) and couldn't help but to blush even more.
"You're special, ya know that, Sam?" Green wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He began to nuzzle my neck and breathed in my "scent", which to him was Oran Berry lotion and a spritz of Luscious Leppa.
"Sammie, no other girl would take it slow with me. They all want the attention and don't pay any to me. All they want is the reputation I give them. And all the rumors of my 'lovely lips, raging chest, and...'" He quieted, and I didn't want to ask further. I didn't need to learn, I already knew.
"Green, don't get sappy on me! It'll break your character!" I teased, tracing my fingers on his lips and cheek bones slowly.
"Honest to Arceus, it drives me crazy like a Spinda when you do that," He plunged his lips onto mine, not breaking for a while. My hands somehow got tangled into his hair, and gripped hard enough for him to stop and laugh.
"Sammie, calm down or I'll have to get us outta here before hormones kick in!" He chuckled at my reaction.
"Seriously, are you that innocent, untainted? Sammie, I marvel at you," the brunette snuggled with me for the next half hour, just chatting calmly and learning patience. Two Taillows with one stone.
Later, he fulfilled his promise and we had steak with cake as desert. At the same place we were previously. Green teased and was teased back, licked or kissed frosting off the corner of my lips, played with my hair and held me.
I have to say, I enjoyed the intimacy, the closeness, but some tiny part of me missed the company of Trent. Not enough to show, but an amount to as where I remembered everytime I was alone.
My Prinplup was at first perplexed at seeing a different Pokemon, but soon grew used to Green's Umbreon and became slow, but sure companions.
I never saw Trent go to lunch anymore, since that day. Worry caused me to ask Green one night, but he mistook it as something else and demanded if I were cheating on him.
"Arceus, Green! No, I'm just worried. I've never seen the guy eat lunch since that day!" I groaned, shaking my head.
"Look, he ain't any of your business, so let's just talk about something else, something light and fun, okay? Please, let's just calm down and relax," he pulled me until I was held prisoner by his chest and lean arms.
He began sort of began to rotate me until I faced him. He let go with one arm to pinch my right cheek. He kissed my forehead and nose, and finally my mouth. Just fairy like light kisses, ones that are used to tease. When I giggled, he rolled onto his back and I was on top.
"Green! What are you doing?" I squealed, gravity forcing me to try to stay up.
"You're light enough, just, how does it feel?" He laughed, his teeth sparkling in the sunlight.
"It feels odd, that's what," I laughed, flicking my hair out of the way. I looked down on him and saw a composed and boyish face gazing back like a Growlithe in love.
"Well, I like it," he smirked his legendary half smile and flipped us over, causing a startled laugh from me.
"Green! Don't do that again without warning me first!"
"Sam, I'm heavier, how does this feel?" He put some, not too much, weight on me.
"Green, it's nothing too special, isn't it?" I giggled, and pushed him off to the side.
We both just laughed and joked for the rest of the night.
"Green, it got to the point where I don't know whether or not you're putting up a show," Red remarked, sitting on the top bunk which they both shared.
"Whadaya mean Red?" Green questioned from the bottom bunk.
"You and this junior girl. Someone I've never heard of until you began dating her out of the blue."
"Oh, you mean Sam! She's great, and different. Wonderful," Green's voice took a dreamy turn.
"Sounds like a cycle to me," Red muttered loud enough for Green to hear.
"Red? What are you talking about?" Green's tone turned dark and protective.
"The Sabrina Cycle. You say she's different, you fall in love, then get your heart torn apart viciously. She doesn't even wave to you any more. She doesn't even look at you, she treats you as if you're algae somewhere on the ocean floor." Red grimaced, remembering the look on Green's face when Sabrina dumped him. Big time.
"Sam's not like that," Green began to argue, sliding off his bed and standing tall. "Samantha's a dream, becoming reality. She's sweet and independent and cares. And she chose me." Green glared at his bud, daring him to counter attack.
"That's what you said about that psychic."
"Samantha is not anticocial,"
"How do you know that?"
"She has her friends and actually knows what to chat about. Normal things." Green rubbed a spot on his head.
"Listen to yourself. You sound like a Lillipup in love with its trainer. Not the top Stoutland on the block. You don't sound like the guy whose grandfather is THE Pokemon Professor."
"He doesn't give a crap about me! He went nuts years ago, and nobody's smart enough to know the difference. All he cares about is YOU. He thinks YOU are gonna be the next leader of The Pokemon World. He thinks that I'm a disgraceful Magicarp using his reputation for girls. I can't help being a charismatic guy! I can't help knowing my parents are dead and he's the only relative besides my sister to lean on! Why can't I be a normal guy looking for a girl who doesn't care about who my grandfather is!" Green blew up, letting out years of restraint. Red sat silently, chewing on a celery stick.
"I'm going out." Green declared, slamming the door behind him.
"Sammie? Are you awake?" I opened my eyes and I saw Green's behind a partially opened window. I checked the time: 4AM
"What are you doing up so late?" I croaked, my eyes getting used to the gloom.
"Don't worry, they stop checking after 4, and I was out most of the night, thinking. Mind letting me in?" he whispered quickly, shivering slightly.
"Why were you out all night?" I groaned, and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"I had to think, and Red must've made a pillow body for me." He waited patiently.
"If we get caught, we're going to get punished BIG TIME," I murmured, and opened the window further up, and shivered as the breeze hit me.
"How'd you know where my room was anyways?" I questioned, a bit more awake.
"I have my sources." Was all of his explanation as he climbed in and swiftly shut the window. He hugged me and quietly chuckled as I jumped.
"Warm me up," he ordered and I led him to my bed. I stood and watched him with curiousity. He gathered my blankets and wrapped them around himself.
"What brought you here so early?" I failed to stifle a yawn.
"I just wanted to speak with you," he smirked and gestured for me to snuggle with him.
"About what?" I quizzed, narrowing my eyes.
"Ya know, just normal things," he gave up on making me go to him with hand signals and got up. He grabbed my waist and snuck me under the cover.
"What's so special about holding me?" I giggled at the 'pointless' idea.
"It keeps you close to me," he nuzzled against my cheek and neck.
"When did you become so cheesy and sappy," I teased, pushing him against the wall behind us.
"Since you decided to bark at me for being an a$$," he laughed and closed his eyes for a second. "When did you become so nice and actually be content with me?" He chuckled as he teased back.
"Since you became actually amiable," I answered, leaning my head against the shoulder and resting my eyes for a second.
I got no reply, and my eyes burst open to check. He was asleep. His usually sneering face was relaxed in an angel's expression. No barriers or masks. Just an 18 year old boy's face contently revealing a sweet guy.
I didn't want to get both of us in trouble, so I pushed him to his side and covered him with my blanket. He looked like my body pillow now. I lay beside the brunette and snuggled close enough to be mistaken as me sleeping against a body pillow. I fell asleep shortly after.
******Totally long and took me two days at my aunt's house to write it! Might not make too much sense because a part of it was typed like around 12 or 1 AM and I was groggy xD*******