A/n – Thanks for the reviews!

12 – to answer your question, no, in my mind they didn't have sex at the end of the last chapter, but the sexual tension is certainly there. (I don't picture them as the couple to have sex right away – especially with what's going on with Burns) But if it does happen I'll write it! Hope that answers your question!

Chapter 22: Calm before the storm

(Wanda's POV)

I woke tucked into Ian's side, my head slightly resting on his chest.

For a few minutes I refused to move and just listened to his breathing…in and out, in and out, I'm so glad he's not a snorer.

I leaned back and lifted my head to see the alarm clock behind me – 7:25… the alarm was probably set for half-past. I had 5 minutes to doze next to Ian, perfect!

Looking back over I realised that Ian was spread out like a starfish – each foot claiming a corner at the end of the bed, and each hand dangling from the sides. I couldn't contain the giggle in the throat – it burst out, causing Ian to jump awake.

'whaa?' His eyes we still half closed as he looked around, reeling his limbs back into the centre of the bed which only made me laugh more.

Clutching my stomach to try and stop the laughter, I fell beside where he laid – my head hitting a pillow.

'whaa'so funny?' Ian mumbled as he closed his eyes again and began to search for the blanket on the floor beside him – he'd obviously kicked it off when he decided to become a starfish in the middle of the night.

'You are' I managed to get out in between the rounds of giggles.

Ian pulled the blanket over his head so I couldn't see him…I wiggled under too. He opened his eyes slightly to see me smiling up at him and pulled me closer, his arms wrapping all the way around my waist.

'I like waking up next to you…' his eyelids were drooping again as he mumbled. If it was even possible my smile widened, and I felt a float-y feeling in my heart…I like being wrapped in Ian O'Shea. I snuggled into his chest and put my arm around him too.

Beep, beep, beep.

We both groaned in unison as the alarm went off…I hated that it was Monday already, so much has happened this weekend but it's gone by so quickly…I didn't want to face going to school but I wasn't about to tell Ian that.

He squeezed me tighter and buried his head into my hair before letting me go fully. Ian crawled out of bed and turned the alarm off as he walked around the room…a minute later I heard the water running in the shower.

By the time I heard the bathroom door open across the hall I had managed to control my hair with a bobble and had a towel ready to take in with me once Ian was out.

'All yours.'

'Than-' I turned to walk out of his room when I was stopped by a very wet and very-almost-naked Ian, my mouth fell open as I took him in - the rest of what I was trying to say stuck in my throat.

Ian chuckled and turned to his dresser, causing water droplets to shake from his hair down his muscular arms and back…I could definitely get used to this. My face flushed at my own thoughts and I quickly dashed out of the room before he could see…

(Ian's POV)

I got dressed for work and went to go fix some breakfast…knowing how me and Kyle shop it'll probably just be toast or cereals.

I loaded a bowl and switched on the TV to the morning news, waiting for Wanda to come join me. I was still nervous about her going to school…no doubt Bernard would make it his life's mission to be close to her today…I wish she didn't have to go but I knew from the amount of books in her bag I wouldn't be able to convince her to take the day off.

It wasn't long before I saw Wanda's head peak out of the bathroom door, she must not have seen me because she walked out in nothing but a skimpy towel…Damn, I wish I had stayed in my room to wait for her, I'd have loved to bump into her like that!

She joined me not long after, 'nice legs' I mumbled under my breath as she sat down next to me. Confusion swept her features; she looked down at her jeans as if to make sure she'd put them on.

I chuckled as she looked up to me for an explanation, 'I saw you come out of the bathroom.' I smiled goofily at her and she looked mock-shocked.

'Perv' She slapped my lightly on the arm which I couldn't help but laugh at, I held my hand up in surrender, the other still holding my cereal bowl.

'You looked at me almost naked, why can't I do the same?' She shook her head at me as her cheeks turned bright red, continuing my enjoyment.

She leaned over as if to kiss me but grabbed my spoon and took a huge bite of my cereal instead – I snatched the spoon back and frowned like a 12 year old at her.

The rest of the morning was like this… playful and easy, like the calm before the storm.

I tried to push the thought of Burns out of my mind for the mean-time and just focus on the time I had alone with Wanda…

(Burn's POV)

She didn't go home. Why wasn't she home? All night? Was she with him? Did he take her somewhere? I bet he did, in that unsafe truck.

God, what if he hurt her, or pressured her into something. He doesn't like her like I do, he doesn't even know how to care for her properly, he definitely doesn't respect her…that little ignorant fucker – I can still picture the look in his eyes as I lit that match. As if he thinks I wouldn't remember him…I always remember scum faces so I never have to end up next to one on a train or a bus...not that I ever take the bus…

I took another long drag of the cigarette before I tossed it out, I hated the things but I have to give credit to the relaxing feeling they give me, they certainly help out in situations like these.

I still can't believe she'd rather go with him. I've seen where he lives, it may as well be a hole in the ground, the cleaners and cook staff at my house are better off than him.

I wait and wait and wait until the first few kids from my class start to show before I make my way toward the school – all of the freshman tend to arrive extra early for some unknown reason, probably to suck up to the teachers… but it'd be too unusual for me to be seen around them.

Choosing a bench near the entrance I sit, pop a mint in my mouth to get rid of the after-smoke-taste and go over my notes for today's classes, not really paying much attention, just glancing over them, making sure to look up a few times in case I miss it…

As I finished the third page, I started to turn it over when I spotted the rust-red truck pull up…

(A/n – quite short I know, but the next chapter is going to be much more detailed! Let me know what you think!)