Bad boys bring heaven to you

Chapter 1

The sun's bright rays shine through the crack im my window, waking me from the deep, slumber I was in.

I feel a heavy arm slung around my waist holding me close; I lazily open my eyes and turn over to see my best friend of twelve years snoring lightly beside me.

His chocolate locks rest on his forehead and his dark eyelashes fan his cheeks, I smile snuggling closer, pushing a lock off of his forehead.

I make a mental note to remind him to get a haircut soon, his hair is almost brushing against his eyes.

I know that we need to wake up soon, if we don't want to be late for school for the third time this week.

But trying to wake Luke is like trying to wake the dead and my bed is so comfortable.

We fell asleep late last night after studying for our math midterm exam. And then we watched old classics while stuffing our faces with popcorn.

Luke couldn't shut up during the movie as he always loves to make predictions about what's going to happen or whisper in my ear about how much hotter he is than the main characters; bursting out into laughter when I roll my eyes or throw pieces of popcorn at him.

After we finished more than half of our two batches of popcorn, I played with his hair as it was the only way I could get him to shut up.

He's always out in less than ten minutes, snoring away in my lap.

And now here he is in my bed, still snoring away with only twenty minutes left until we have to be at school.

I know I have to wake him up right now or we are never going to get to school on time.

"Luke," I whisper, softly caressing his scalp but he only groans snuggling into my neck and placing a light kiss there.

I feel heat rush to my cheeks, but I brush it off staring at the time displayed on my clock. 

I'm ready to resort to anything so next I try tickling him.

But he only wrinkles his nose, a smile breaking across his face as he pulls me closer if that's even possible.

And then I feel something digging into my thigh. I move around wondering if it was Luke or mine's phone, but then I hear a groan come from Luke as I brush against him and I know exactly what it is.

I yelp in surprise pushing him off my bed with a hard shove. That wakes him up.

"What the hell Jayden," he groans in his husky morning voice.

I lean over my bed to see him splayed across my floor, wearing only his boxers, still spotting a very obvious morning wood.

"Luke!" I screech, throwing a blanket at him, gesturing at his...male parts. He quickly grabs the blanket wrapping it around his waist.

It's not like I haven't seen... them before, our parents had us taking baths together till the age of five and when Luke slept over, he always slept in just his boxers.

We trust each other, we are comfortable around each other, we've known each other before either of us could walk. And  he has always been more of an annoying brother to me  than anything.

Okay...maybe we do get a little touchy with
each other sometimes, but its strictly platonic, nothing more, nothing less.

I've seen this boy dance around in his living room with Spider-Man underwear on, nothing can get that scarring image out of my head.

But the point is we're friends and seeing your best friend's wooden soldier first thing in the morning saluting you is not a friend thing....at all.