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Waking up the next morning had easily been one of the nicest things I had done all summer. The sun trickled through the sheer red fabric that I kept over the painted frame as curtains, casting a soft pink shadow on the scratched floors, the patterns almost ebbing like water with the gusts of warm air that blew inside the open window. I was well-rested, showered, and thoroughly relaxed. And, although my body ached tirelessly, I still felt comfortable atop my worn-in mattress, warm beneath my blankets, and my body tucked up beside JJ's.
I didn't think that this whole thing would entail so much physical touch when I told him how I felt— just short of a week ago, now— all of this hugging and cuddling and just needing to be so close constantly. It's new, sure, but I think it's exactly what I need right now. I'm sure he needed it too. I don't think I could even begin to describe how I felt deep inside because it was something so indescribable, yet so loud in my chest, that I couldn't name.
I adjusted my head on the pillow, trying my best to estimate what time it could possibly be. Eleven? Noon? It couldn't be much later than that. That gives us a little bit of time to relax before we needed to go and meet up with everyone else, and it gave me time to do something I had been wanting to do all summer.
With a grin to myself, I carefully pulled myself out of bed, grabbing shorts, a bikini, and one of JJ's shirts before padding into the hallway that lead to the kitchen and living room. I stopped to check out the icebox first, which I had filled a day or two ago, hoping that the rest of the pogues hadn't already cleared it out. All that was left was some grapes and a RedBull, which seemed suitable enough for breakfast. After grabbing those and setting them on the coffee table, I sat back on the couch, dropping my clothes beside me and grabbing the book I had just barely started during the last week of school— Twilight.
Something that not a lot of people know about me is the fact that I love to read. Reading is honestly a super calming thing for me when I got to do it—which wasn't very often, considering I was normally out with my friends rather than at home, relaxing—and I kind of wish I got to do it more often. It lets me detach from the chaos around me and throw myself into a fictional world for a little while.
I managed to get a good thirty minutes of reading in before I heard my bedroom door close, a yawn belonging to JJ following afterward. He walked into the main area of the house, his hand messing with his hair and rubbing sleep away from his eyes. I only glanced at him, opting to try and finish the chapter first. "Good morning sleepy head."
"Good morning— are you reading?" He asked, walking behind the couch and leaning over it to look at the pages. Conveniently, I was reading one of the first scenes of the book, which just so happened to be where Edward was checking in on Bella after the accident. "'Then, a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blonde... and he was handsomer than any human I had ever seen.' What the fuck is this? Some kind of love letter to me? You know I'm not smart enough to be a doctor."
