17 July 2012
This is my favourite so far. Took me forever going through it and making it better. Hope you enjoy <3
It's 5 o'clock in the morning. The noise of rustling paper startled me into consciousness. I rubbed my eyes and half-opened them, just able to see Drew sitting on her window bench, flicking through a book and looking out on the early morning sunrise. I stood up, without speaking, and walked over to the bench. Drew still didn't look up from the book. "Drew, have you slept at all?". She shook her head gently, resting it on her knee. I sat across from her, looking under the curtain of red hair to find her cloud grey eyes, tired and droopy. I tugged the book gently out of her grasp, and reached up beside me to place it back on the shelf. "I was reading that". "Not anymore. You need to sleep, Drew" I took her now-free hand in mine, smoothing my thumb over the soft skin. "I can't. I don't want to" she muttered. She was literally ruining herself. It pained me to see her like this. Weak, unhappy, tired, lost, hurt. It wasn't the normal Drew. *Light-bulb*. Oh my god. I know what to do. I know how to get normal Drew back. Or at least half normal. The sleeping kind. Still, I couldn't put the plan into action now. It was way too early and she was way too tired to do anything that active. "Come here". I tugged her softly over to my side of the bench, pulling her into my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. "Go to sleep Tex. You need it" I shushed her, kissing her head softly as her eyes slid shut. "I can't". I sighed. "Why not?". She shivered softly, snuggling down into my chest "I'm cold". Without even contemplating it, I took off my grey and white check shirt, and sat up, pushing her up with me, pulling the soft shirt on her small body. She wrapped it around herself, before curling back up into a ball and resting against me. I could have laid like that forever. But after a while, Drew fell asleep, and I knew it would eventually get uncomfortable sleeping on a window bench. I silently and gently pulled her up into my arms, standing slowly so as not to wake her. She held her arms around my neck, tugging herself up to nuzzle her head into the crook of my neck. I couldn't help myself, I just had to hug her back. The smooth skin of her cheek brushed against mine as I held her small body close. I flipped the covers back with one hand, and slid her underneath, pulling off her leopard print slippers and dropping them on the floor beside her. As I reached over to cover her with the blanket, she mumbled in her sleep and caught my hand before it could hit the bed covers. I glanced at her face, just to see if she was awake. Nope. Sleeping. Unconscious. "Whoa" I stuttered as she pulled me down beside her. Ok, no, not good. I can't sleep there, remember? You told me I couldn't, remember? Why am I even thinking that, it's not as if she can hear me. Oh whatever, anyway, as I got up to leave, she pulled me back down. Fuck. One more try. I slipped my hand out of hers, and her eyes half-opened. "No...". That was all she had to say, and I was hooked. How could I say no to those beautiful (Half-opened), cloud grey eyes, looking up at me with a tired yet needing expression. "This is so wrong Justin. She's gonna hate you tomorrow" I said aloud to myself, rubbing my forehead in my hands. But look at her face. Tell me she's not in need right now. Just do it. Deal with the consequences. I sighed, clambering into the bed beside her. She immediately wrapped her arms tight around my neck, and I couldn't help but smile, enjoying it even though I shouldn't have. I battled with my mind and my heart constantly: Mind: Don't put your arms around her waist. That's too far man. Heart: Do it. You love her don't you? Me: You make a fair point there heart. Mind: Shut up you pumping idiot. He's going to ruin their friendship if he goes any further, I mean, duh? Me: Ooh. You're right. I shouldn't do it. Heart: No! Don't listen to that over-sized idiot. You've already crossed the line. Take a risk. You know you want to. Me: I do want to.... Mind: Careful what you do there Bieber. Heart: He loves her, let him be. Mind: I'm looking out for him, not trying to screw his life up. Heart: :O I do NOT screw his life up. I am superior to you cause I give him life. Take that bitch. Mind: :O I am highly offended. Wow my mind and my heart suck at making decisions huh? I blocked out the meaningless (And fairly explicit) arguing of the two body parts, and gently placed one arm around her waist. Me: There, compromise, see? They're ignoring me now. Rude :P.
Why does sunlight always wake people up in movies? Or in books? I find it really cliché. So, I'm gonna set the record straight, and say what really happens when one awakens: I woke up to the sound of Drew's screaming. Yes, screaming. Elegant I know. I shot up in bed, thinking there was something seriously wrong. I turned from left to right, searching for danger. In doing so, I went tumbling out of the bed and onto the hard wood floor. "Fuck" I cursed, rubbing my elbow as I felt it throb from the hit. "What were you doing in my bed?". I looked up to see Drew, wide-eyed and shocked, chest heaving with heavy breathing. "Owww" I ignored her question, and laid-back on the floor, squeezing my eyes tight shut, as if that would somehow rid me of the pain. "Justin?!". Oh, right, Drew was talking to me. "You pulled me in at 5 AM" I explained briefly, sitting up slowly and yawning. "Huh? No I didn't! Justin you said no funny business!". Technically, I didn't say that, I said I'd sleep at the end of the bed, but yeah, anyway, we all know why she didn't want me in bed with her ;). JOKING.... not really ;). "You did, Drew. You barely slept last night, so-" she cut me off with another scream. "What now?". "Why am I wearing your shirt?". Offended. "Oh come on it's not that bad. It's a good make, you don't have to scream about it". I don't think I got her point the first time round. "No! Not that! Why am I wearing it...?". You see, I could be cruel here, and make up a whole load of random crap to make her totally freak out before telling her the truth, but I just wasn't in the mood to piss her off. "You were cold. I gave you my shirt. Simple as that" I shrugged stretching my arms out high above my head. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh... right". "You didn't think that we'd-" I began. "What? Oh no, no, no, no. Definitely not" she blabbered, denial clear in her tone. "Haha, yeah, right". Things went silent for a while, until I remembered why I was here. To make her better. To get her eating. "Come on baby girl, breakfast time" I smiled, standing up and stretching a few more times. Drew gave me a smug look "Did you just call me baby girl?". Why yes, yes I did. "Yeah. Problem?" I raised my eyebrows, acting totally casual. "No, no, no. That's fine" It pleased me that she didn't try to hide the small smile she wore, looking up at me cutely. "Good". It took me about ten seconds to realise there was no way she was going to eat breakfast. "Alright, that's it. You had your chance". Before she could protest, I gathered Drew's small body up into my arms, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of her room and down the hallway. "Justin! No! Stop! Please!" she giggled, but I only put her down when we were safely inside the kitchen. She punched me in the shoulder when I released her. "Harsh" I chuckled painfully, rubbing the abused area of my arm. She ignored me and sat down at the breakfast bar. "I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry" she whined. "Too bad. You're eating". I wandered around the kitchen, opening cabinet after cabinet to find the cereal. "If you don't make me eat, I'll kiss you again". Oh god. Oh fuck. Shit. Not good. Be strong. Be a man Justin. "Uh... no Drew... you need to eat". She wasn't swayed. She hopped down from the seat, and trapped me against the kitchen counter. "I'm pretty sure this is meant to be the other way around" I chuckled, trying to change the subject, to no avail. "Let's skip breakfast, just hang out for a while". God damn sexy smile. Breathe. Breathe. Snap outta it. "I really don't think that's a good idea. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day" I smiled pathetically. Ugh. No. Be confident. "Look, kiss me if you want, but it'll make no difference Tex. You have to eat. Something. Anything" I sighed, and suddenly she looked guilty for manipulating me. "Fine... What do I have to eat?" she sighed, releasing me from the counter by stepping back to give me room to move. "Cereal" "With milk?" "Yes". "Nooooo" she whined, stepping close to me and nuzzling her lips into mine. Ok, that was freakin' adorable. I guess I could cut her some slack. "Alright, no milk, but that means you're having a bowl full". "Will you help me?" "No". "You're frustrating when you're efficient". "I know right?" I chuckled, pulling a bowl out of the cabinet. "It's hot though, isn't it?". She gave me a glare and a frown in one, whilst she chewed on her lip, confessing what we're all thinking ;) "Yea, it is".
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