He hasn't done anything yet. He's just been laying on me for the past ten minutes. I know he's not sleeping because whenever I try to move he would push me back in the position I was in. The rain has gotten heavier every passing minute. It looks like it wasn't going to let up anytime soon. It was about 11:30 and I was beginning to fall asleep. My eyes began to close and I was drifting off to sleep. Then I realized that I can't go to sleep. I can't go to sleep with him laying on top of me. He might try to do something idiotic. He snuggled closer to me if it was even possible.

"Sounds like the rain won't be letting up anytime soon," he said and rose his head to face me. "I'll be staying for a while," Then he sat up and stared down at me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms looking away from him. He ran his hands down my curves to get my attention. Sadly, it worked. When I looked at him his shirt was completely off. It reviled a well formed six pack. I caught myself staring at it. I didn't know he was this ripped. Trying not to be impressed I rolled my eyes again and turned away.

I heard him chuckle and he lowered himself on me again. I could feel his muscular his chest was. He sat up again and I could feel him staring down at me. He reached out to me and grabbed my hair. He started fiddling with it. I moved his hand away and he grabbed it. He pulled me forward forcing me to sit up and kissed me. He grabbed to sides of my face and pulled me closer. Letting him in was one of the worse ideas I she ever had. We leaned back in my bed and continued kissing. Suddenly he flipped me on top of him and wrapped his arms around me so I wouldn't move.

Suddenly there was a noise from under the bed. He stopped kissing me but did not let go of me. He turned back to me and I raised an eyebrow. I knew exactly what that noise was, too. He leaned in to kiss me again, but that same noise came back. He looked back and I was having trouble holding my laugh in. He wasn't paying attention to me so I pushed him off and sat up. He was still looking around the room for that noise then he looked at me.

I got up off the bed and squatted on the floor. I found exactly what I expected to find. I reached under the bed to feel for a furry creature. I felt what I was looking for and pulled it toward me. I stood with a four year old American bobtail cat in my hands. He had been sleeping under my bed the whole day. This is one of my cats that like to sleep with me. He either slept on my other pillow, on my back, or under my bed. He eats downstairs and his letterbox is down there, too.

He licked my face and I could smell his tuna breath. I began to lightly pet his head, ignoring Butch watching me. He began to purr loudly. His name is August because his fur reminds me of autumn. I sat on the side of the bed, completely aware that Butch was still watching me. I put August on my lap and he sat there. I stroked his fur as he snuggled against my leg. "Your good with animals," I heard Butch say. I looked up at him and he was watching me pet August. I looked back down at August and said, "I'm not a type of person the would leave him to die of starvation or of dehydration if he was a stray,"

I was making a reference to letting him come in my house and sleeping in my bed. The rain has gotten heavier ever since I let him in. I believe he's making the rain last this long. He scooted closer me me and reached his hand out. I help August closer to me. Instead of touching me, he stoked the fur of my cat. August rubbed against his hand and purred even louder. "He's friendly," Butch said as he let August rub against the back of his hand. I don't know why he's being friendly to him, though. "Can I hold him?" I looked up at him in shock. Then I looked back at August. Looks like this little guy deserves a treat. He just saved me from being raped in my own room. I looked back up at Butch and he was waiting for me to hand my cat over to him.

I sighed quietly and held August out to him. I'm a little skeptical about letting him hold my cat, but August seems to like him. He grabbed him...correctly and placed him on his lap. August rubbed against his chest as he pet him. I checked the time and it was 12:52 a.m. My mom is probably in the bed by now. I looked out the window and the rain seemed to be letting up, but it was still too strong for me to kick him out. I looked back at Butch and August. They seemed to be getting along well. Butch looked up at me and I turned away from him.

I needed to go to sleep. My eye lids were falling and I felt dizzy. I felt myself falling on the bed until Butch caught me. August was on the other side of the bed sleeping. That lazy ass cat just lost his treat. Suddenly he pulled me up and held me closer to him. He sat back on the head board of my bed taking me with him. He made me sit in between his legs, but it was surprisingly comfortable. He had his head on my shoulder and he tightened his grip on my waist. "I can tell you're sleepy," he stated, "you can go to sleep if you want. I would wake you."

He's pretending to be such a good person so he could rape me in my sleep. He's pretending to actually care for my well being. But for some reason, I believed him. By the ways he's holding me right now, I could tell he cares for me. Suddenly I found myself falling asleep. My eyes closed and I felt comfortable in his arms...strangely. I hate him. I hate him. I...hate...him...do I? Do I really hate him? I don't know anymore. He seems to be so concerned for me even after the way I treated him when he first got here. He did used to be my love interest, but he rejected me. Other than that, what else has he done to me for me to really hate him? He did have a girlfriends back then and he was just being loyal to her. I should have understood that. He came all this way just to get me back.

I was halfway asleep until I hear him start talking. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I just wanted you to know that...I never liked Morbucks. I never wanted to go out with her in the first place. She tricked me into going out with her by telling me she was going to sue my family if I didn't. I...loved you the whole time and whenever I was holding another girl right in front of you, I was devastated. I wanted it to be you in my arms. When you confessed to me I was so happy. I wanted to pick you up right there and kiss you, oh how I wanted to, but Morbucks was stalking me and if I would have accepted your confession she would have done something terrible to you. I didn't want that to happen so I did the best I could to reject you. I wanted Morbucks to think I would never talk to you again, so I was harsh about it. I didn't mean to drive you away. Once I heard you were moving to Miami I couldn't let that happen," he held me tighter. "It took a while to save up enough money to get here, but when I found you and saw how hella fine you got...I got a little out of control. I was aggressive with you because I knew you would be made at me. Knowing you, you would hold a grudge til you're dead. I had to at least get what I was hoping to find."

I comprehended everything he just said. He loved me the whole time we've known each other, but Morbuck tricked him into going out with her. He was...happy when I confessed to him, but that bitch was watching him the whole time. That's why he said all those things about me because he knew that if he accepted my confession that whore would come after me. I makes sense now. I do still love him...I just didn't want to admit it. He even remembered how stubborn I was if you pissed me off. I held his arms and gripped it. He rose his head off my shoulder. I could tell me was looking down at me. I needed to say something to let him know that I heard everything he said. "Does she know you're here?"

Butch lowered his head back on my shoulder. "No. I never told her."

"If she found out, what would you do?"

"Tell her the truth. That I love you and not her."

"How do I know you're not lying right now? Lying about everything you just said."

"I didn't even bother to rent a house to stay. I didn't rent a car, either. I came here and went straight to find you. There is no other reason why I'm here except for you."

He has a point. "You were happy when I told you I like you, but you rejected me to save me from whatever she would do?"

"I remember that day like the back of my hand. Not a single memory is lost."

"Me too." it was silent for a moment, until I spoke again. "How do you know what she is capable of?"

"I went out with her, didn't I?" he has a point there, too. "You think I'm fine?"

"Is that even a question?" I snickered a little bit. "Sorry but not sorry for punching you in the face."

"I deserved it. I should have just said I like you in the first place. We would still be back in Townsville, going on dates, texting each other, maybe even getting freaky in the bed-"

"Stop talking, you dickhead." I snuggled up against his chest and began to fall asleep. It was finally happening. All those days of dreaming of this moment. Me and Romeo are a couple. Well, not really, but close to it. He lifted my face and kissed me. I kissed him back in my sleep. Then he said, "I love you." I was waiting so long to hear those words come out if his mouth. I finally get the opportunity to say it back. "I love you, too."