Adopted by Emma Watson.

n i n e t e e n

I promise you that I wasn't staring at Emma while she was sleep, as it turns out I am a big baby. Well that's what Emma says anyways. But that's not important- well maybe just a little bit it is. I was only in her room because I was a little scared, well maybe little was an understatement, I might have been pissing myself. But that wasn't important- fuck why do I keep saying that because when you say something isn't important then it tends to be.

Either way, I heard the wind hit the window and that sent me flying forward. I ended in the arms of Emma, who looked just as confused as I probably did. "Sorry, I um-uh I got scared, I promise this isn't a porno," I stuttered. 

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I-I am scared," I admitted fumbling with my hoodie strings. 

"Gasp! You Charlotte Watson, scared?" 

"Alright, I'll go back to my room," I got up off the bed, I don't know what triggered these dreams. But one thing I did know was that I was scared; maybe she was kidding, but still, I was scared! 

"Charlotte," her voice rang through my ears, stern, shit I was trouble. 

"Y-yes," I whispered, not daring to turn around. There was nothing, silence, something that might surprise you is when I felt two arms wrap around me from behind, I didn't scream. No No, I didn't even move forward, I just melted into her arms. 

"I'm scared too," she mumbled into my back, she must've had a bad dream too. I could feel myself less tense; her breath hitting my back. I turned around, wrapping my arms around her fully, is this what love felt like? Because she felt so right in my arms, her weight was perfect, her height was perfect, she was perfect..

I think we just stayed there for a minute because I think we both felt like we would be okay, I think I only moved after I felt wetness on my hand, she was crying. "Emma, what's wrong?" 

There was a brief pause, "I-I," she couldn't get words out. I pulled her back into me, resting my head on top of hers. 

"Shhh, alright, how about we go back to your room and watch a movie," I pulled back to look at her, she nodded. Someone should give this woman an award because she had the most damn blankets on her bed I've ever seen. "What is it tonight Emma? Hunger Games again? Beauty and the beast? Harry Potter? Your call." 

"One of my movies?" she questioned, "Umm.. Beauty and the Beast."

"Okay, maybe I haven't been truthfully, I've never, ever, watched a Disney movie, and Olivia made fun of me," I sided eyed her, I was scared.

"I am honor to be your first," I nearly choked on my own spit. I knew what she meant but still, my head has been in the gutter since I got here. 

I just nodded, it dawned on my that I was in her bed, with her, watching one of her movies with her, I sound like Olivia with that one girl from the mall, though they did get to first base on their first date. I imagine after Olivia was healed from the crash, her girlfriend was there to give her 'special treatment'. But that was normal wasn't it? Yes, this isn't. She's thirty, and supposed to be a mother to me, but I can't think of her like that. No I don't want too, I want to do things. My brain makes that evident everyday. 

What didn't help was halfway through the movie she fell asleep, I had two choices; stay here cuddle her, or go back to my room. Fuck, being good is hard. I stayed, because I realized that me going wasn't going to make those feelings disappear, I turned the TV off, turned over to face her. She was effortlessly beautiful, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. Her warmth felt like, a cloud washing over me, I wanted more of it. And I knew in the morning I'd miss it, she just felt too right for me to pull away.

She sleepily wrapped her arms around my neck, she nuzzled her head into the crook and stayed there for awhile, maybe she knew, maybe she wanted it too. Maybe it felt right to her... 

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wow, yawn, final getting somewhere are we? sorry it took so long, more coming.