I ran my hand through my hair as I walked back over to the bed. Was he worried about me?
"Come on, Vick." He smiled sleepily, pulling the covers back for me to climb in. I stood for a few more seconds, staring at him, and then I climbed in, getting comfy. I lay down next to him and he pulled the cover over me and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me.
"You sure you're okay?" He asked. I nodded, speechless. I got comfy, curling up next to him and smiling at him.
"Thanks, Jackson."
"Call me Jay." He smiled, closing his eyes and holding me close to him, as if he could protect me to any bad dreams he thought I might be having.
"Thanks Jay" I said, smiling as I got comfortable in his arms, closing my eyes.
"OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod" I squealed. Becca laughed.
"What!"
"I'm... Asleep. In his bed!" I squealed excitedly.
"Oh god, you didn't did you? 'Cos technically, you're only eight."
We laughed.
"No, of course not. He thought I had a bad dream. He's so sweet! If it's possible to fall even more in love with him, I just did." I grinned.
"You're going to have to start figuring out how long it is you're here for each time." Becca said.
"You work on that too. We'll figure out the whole time thing sooner or later." I nodded.
"And, How the heck you're doing this?"
"It seems like I'm still there when I'm here. Do you know what I mean? This is pretty confusing for me" I giggled.
"Yeah. Like, you go poof here, but there, you're just asleep" She nodded. "Maybe... Close your eyes, Vicky." I did as she said.
"And this is in aid of what exactly?" I could feel arms around me. My cheek warmed up. I opened my eyes.
"That." She grinned.
"I can feel what I feel there. He's still got his arms around me." I squealed.
"Try again." Becca said, leaning back on her pillow, pulling elphy into her lap. I close my eyes. His arms were still there, my cheek was still warm. I opened my eyes and raised my eyebrows at Rebecca.
"What?" She asked. I rubbed my forehead. "He kissed you in your sleep. Adorable!" She laughed.
"Bye. Have fun." Becca laughed. I could hear it getting fainter until I couldn't hear her at all. Jackson still had his arms around me. My cheek was warm, like I had felt. My head was on his chest. I was curled up on his side. I smiled, opening my eyes slowly to see the light in the window. I sat up and looked down at Jackson and his eyes were closed. How had he kissed my forehead? When had he?
"Jay?" I whispered. His eyes shot open and I almost had a heart attack. "God don't do that" I said, hitting hit stomach lightly. He chuckled.
"Sorry. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just wondering if you were awake, is all." I said, smiling down at him.
Ben and Jackson got ready for lesson's and headed out of the apartment. I was back on the sofa, television on mute and eating a slice of toast. I was watching the weather, thinking. I brushed the crumbs off my hands and got up, taking my plate over to the kitchen sink. I raised my eyebrow, looking at all the mess. Boys. I spent about an hour washing all the dirty dishes and then another ten minutes finding where things belonged.
I looked at the clock as I made my way back over to the sofa. An hour to kill. I closed my eyes.
"Figured it out yet?" I asked. Becca jumped.
"Geezus… and no. Have you?" She asked.
"No. It would be easier if I slept at the right times..." I replied.
"I agree, I would be a lot easier that way. You sleep too much, anyway." Becca she said
"Do not" I rolled my eyes. Hearing a noise, I looked toward the wardrobe. "Okay, I'll sleep for twelve hours and stay awake for that too." I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt a soft warm breeze and, opening my eyes again, I saw Ben G looking down at me.
"Ben was right, you do sleep a lot." He said, chuckling, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.
"You washed up?" I heard Ben J say from the general direction of the sink.
"Yes. because I'm guessing nobody would have done it otherwise." I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks, Vick!" he grinned at me. I coughed, inhaling a puff of smoke. I shot a look at Ben G and he took a step back. Jackson chuckled from the door, taking his shoes off.
"Sorry, I've been craving for a smoke all day." Ben said, smiling and flicking ash into an ashtray on the windowsill.
"You should really quit that you know. It'll damage your lungs. And, It's isn't cool to smoke, either." I started my mini-lecture. My Mum had always smoked, and it had always bothered me. I didn't want to see these guys getting ill because of smoking. Heck, I didn't want them getting ill full stop. After being here for only two or three days, they felt like my best friends.
"Yeah, yeah. That's what my Mom told me. I don't care." Ben G said, rolling his eyes and taking another drag.
"Please, at least work on quitting?" I said, looking down at the floor.
"Whatever. I'll think about it."
"What do you two want to eat tonight?" Jackson said, plopping down next to me on the sofa.
"Pizza?" Ben J said.
"Nah, We've had Pizza twice already this week."
"Chinese?"
"You know I don't like Chinese, Dude."
"You live on takeaway food, don't you?" I asked. Both Ben and Jackson looked at me and nodded. I shook my head. "Guys."
"Jackson's done an advert where he irons toast. He can't cook much better than that" Ben laughed. Jackson nudged him, chuckling.
"I am so cooking weekends, Boys. You just can't live on takeaways. It's almost as bad as smoking."
"I think my mom moved in, Jay." Ben said, still laughing lightly.
"Vick's just looking out for us. Ain't ya?" Jay smiled at me. I nodded, giggling a little.
I woke up on the Saturday at ten. Jackson and Ben were both still asleep. I got up and, after getting changed into jeans and a top Ben had bought me, I looked in the fridge. They had gone shopping yesterday evening, a list from me in hand, so the fridge was full of useful stuff I could use, opposed to the butter and mouldy cheese left in there when I last checked. I pulled out three eggs, bacon, three medium mushrooms, two tomatoes, a packet of six sausages and the new tub of butter, putting them on the kitchen counter. I also got two tins of baked beans out and put them in a saucepan. Halfway through cooking the last egg, the smell had, most likely, drifted into the boy's bedrooms. Ben was the closest, and was the first one to come out in just his boxers, running his hand through his hair. He came over to one of the plates and went to grab a sausage, but I smacked his hand away.
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