My eyes slowly fluttered open and I slowly darting them around the room. I checked the clock above on wall, it was already 2:30AM. I groaned and a yawn escaped my lips. After for what seemed like minutes, I found myself thirsty for water. I tried to get up but was pulled back again. I scrunched up my eyebrows and was confused of why I can't get out of my bed.

I pulled off the comforter to see what's wrong. There it was, a strong pale blue fucking arm wrapped around my waist. I bit my lip to refrain from screaming whoever the fuck this is. My eyes slowly wander and looked up to who's beside me.

Soarin fucking Skies. 

Holy fucking shit don't tell me I lost my virginity to this walking HIV. I silently panicked and slowly lifted the comforter, praying I'm not naked. I breathed a silent sigh of relief,  relieved when that I wasn't naked. Soarin isn't too so I guess that's good? A boy is right fucking beside me with his face snuggled on my neck and an arm slung around my waist.

Chills ran down my spine when I felt his breathing against my neck. Does this guy need something to cuddle with to sleep properly? Is sleeping right beside a boy a good thing when we aren't related? Why am I in his bedroom- no what the hell am I doing at his house in the first place. Nostalgia hits me and I suddenly miss my pillow and blanket and my turtle plushy. I started to wonder how I got here and after processing everything I did yesterday, I finally found my answers.

Hours ago we came back to our street after taking out pizza. We asked for a take out cause it was already closing. I of course, can't reject my stomach for being hungry. I politely demanded for a pizza and some fries. He then told me that his mom wasn't home and I said I don't care if your mom's home or I want some fucking pizza. Then he drove me to his house and then he said that he's sleepy and wants me to sleep with him- all rated PG kids. I said I don't feel sleepy yet so we both watched movies and then ate the pizza and so I was so sleepy and slept on the coach. I don't remember what happened next, but my next memory was waking up here, which is my current memory. I then questioned how I'm up here if I slept on the couch, he must've carried me up here. 

A blush crept on my cheeks when I imagined him carrying me all the way up here.

I slowly removed his arm off of me, trying not to wake him up so I can just get up and drink water. Why is he like this he should've just left me sleeping on the couch. I'm starting to wonder if he really can't sleep without cuddling something. I slowly got out of bed and fell on my face. I internally panicked thinking if I woke Soarin up, luckily he wasn't. Hope he doesn't wake up I don't like sharing beds with somebody, especially to guys like him who consistently flirts with me.

I quietly groaned and slowly walked away from the room. I tiptoed my way down the stairs and turned on the lights of the kitchen. My eyes dart over the cabinet and I pulled the doors open and searched for a glass. I took the glass out and placed it on the counter top and opened the fridge for some ice cold water.

Yes, even if it's super early in the morning and cold as fuck, I'll drink this cold water.

I grabbed a glass pitcher that looked like it had water, but this water was infused with lemon and cucumber. Wow these people have a lot of time preparing them, or I'm just lazy to do shit myself, I thought. I poured the infused water into the glass and drank it quickly.

I put the pitcher back into the fridge with the glass in hand and turned my back to walk away but my foot tied to the table, causing me to fall and land on my elbow and knees and the glass to drop and shatter into tiny pieces. A sharp pain registers and I wince as I felt the pressure on my arm. I rest my back on the concrete floor and lifted my elbow on my chest and silently writhe in pain. I mentally scolded myself for being clumsy and panicking at the same time because I probably woke Soarin up.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I gritted through my teeth.

"The fuck is that?" I heard someone hiss and I quickly pulled myself behind the counter top ignoring the throbbing pain on my legs. I sat up and forgot that tiny pieces of glass are now on my hands and butt. "I saw you Dash, get out of there." I can imagine Soarin running his hand through his navy hair. Sexy.

I did not just say that at this time

I sighed exasperatedly and slowly stood up, pretending I did not just fall on my face. I smiled sheepishly. "Hi."

He raised an eyebrow at me, "What was that?"

I pursed my lips and sighed again, "Well you see-I, I broke the glass and-uhm-you can imagine the rest." I smiled innocently to convince him that I'm a good girl. "But don't worry! I'll clean it up because it was my fault!"

I quickly kneeled down to clean the shattered glass with my bare hands. Soarin moved to see what I was doing, "Dash, no, you're gonna hurt-"

"Shit." I cussed and stood up quickly when I felt a shard cut my hand. Blood slowly made its way out and dripping over to my wrists. Soarin held back laugh, "dumbass." I shot him an icy look, "the fuck did you just say!?" Soarin sighed and rolled his eyes. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to clean shattered glass?"

I let out an exhale and rolled my eyes, "Well, not really." I felt his hands snake over to make waist and I raised an eyebrow, "Soarin, what are you doing?" I felt butterflies on my stomach and a sly smirk appeared on his lips. This boy is a tease and he's doing it on purpose.

He didn't reply and placed me up on the counter. He pulled the drawer open and took some bandages and alcohol out. He takes my hand and poured the fucking alcohol- I shrieked, "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" and pulled my hand out but he tightens his grip around my wrist. My face went pale and my mouth left open.

I admit, I hate first aid, I just wash them and it's done. He then looks up at me with his emerald eyes. "Sometimes I really wonder about you, Dashie."

Talk about sexy talk-wait, no, fuck. I hate myself so much to be stuck into this situation where you just want to kiss him.

Did I just say I want to kiss him!?

I cringed, trying to break the awkwardness I feel, "Er-you do?"

He raised an eyebrow and I shook my head, "No I mean, god, Soarin stop saying things that aren't half true."

He stares up at me with a stern look, "What are you even doing in this time?"

I groaned, "I was thirsty." A smirk crept across his lips and looked down and wrapped the bandage on the injured area of my hand, "You should've told me you were."

I slapped his arm lightly, "That's not what I meant you idiot!"

He put up his arm in surrender, laughing, "I was joking!"

I rolled my eyes and he takes my hand and kissed the back of it. A blush rose up my cheeks. It's like what, he's always making me blush. I hate feeling flattered or anything I feel disgusted whenever I feel something and stupid. How the fuck does he do that? "Dash?"

I shake my head and blinked, "Yes?"

He smirked, "Stop blushing and let's just go to sleep, okay?" I sighed, feeling anxious. I felt like I shouldn't be playing around like this. I'm not even sure why we're acting like we're dating. Not that I'm assuming anything, friends of the opposite sex do this right? 

I dropped myself down and scoffed, "I'm not blushing." We both walk up the stairs and making our way to his bedroom where it originally all began.

He smirked at me, "I'm not blind, Dash. I know I have an effect on you." He turns door knob and pushed the door open.

I rolled my eyes, "God, Soarin, get over it and stop letting your stupid conceited ass talk."

"Look who's talking." He laughed and I punched his arm and he let out a wince. 

I glared and he just smirked and looked down at me, "You're so short it's cute."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm fucking 5'6 and you're just 6'0, that's 7 inches, get over it."

He shrugged, "You're still short and cute." He laid himself on the bed and pulled the comforter over to him. I pulled it back and I lay on the bed beside him.

I groaned, trying not to look like a tomato, "I'm not cute!"

He just stared whilst grinning at me. I looked at him, confused, "What?"

He just chuckled and his eyes drifted off, "Goodnight, princess." Boy, I don't think I haven't seen an angel sleeping before. The thought of me thinking he's looking cuter asleep just made me blush for the millionth time. I also feel disgusted for the millionth time. I honestly hate emotions and especially Soarin is making me feel things I don't understand. Soarin does have an effect on me, and I will never admit that to him. 

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IM FUCKING SCREAMING.