THE DRUG IN ME IS YOU

Nine.

Wren woke up the next morning to a knock on her door, "Yeah?" she called out groggily, looking at Hawk still sleeping next to her. "It's Miguel, Johnny let me in before he left," the voice replied. Wren groaned, pulling herself out of bed and the warmth of Hawk and her blanket. She shuffled to the door, unlocking it and opening it to look sleepily at Miguel. "I can't believe you were still asleep, it's like 11 am and you stopped texting in the group chat at like 10...l Miguel looked at her as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't go to bed right away," she pushed the door open a little more to reveal Hawk sleeping in her bed.

Miguel's eyes widened, "Did you guys...?" He whispered, looking back to her. Wren shook her head, reaching for Hawk's hoodie on her chair, throwing it on, it covered her to the middle of her thighs and smelled like the boy still sleeping in her bed. "I'm gonna jump on him," Miguel whispered, "He'll murder you," Wren insisted, watching Miguel creep over to the bed, as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.

Miguel leaned over, blowing air into Hawk's ear and Wren giggled as the boy just rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. "I'm going to shower, do not get blood everywhere," she gave a small laugh, shuffling off down the hall, closing the bathroom door behind her. Wren had barely turned the shower on when she heard a loud thump, presumably Miguel jumping on Hawk, there was some muffled shouting, some laughing (probably Miguel) and some more of the two of them wrestling to the death. She stood at the sink, brushing her teeth, giggling.

A knock came on the door and Wren opened it, toothbrush in her mouth, Miguel standing there rubbing his arm. "I was almost a victim to Hawk's morning wood," he whined and Wren bust out laughing, covering her mouth so the toothpaste wouldn't fly out. She turned around back to the sink, rinsing her mouth out and her toothbrush before sticking it back in the holder. "He thought I was you, it was horrifying!" Miguel exclaimed.

"That's what you get for sneaking up on me in a females bed!" Hawk called out from the bedroom. Miguel gave Wren a pouty face, "we can't be friends anymore, I can't handle the abuse!" he joked, looking at Hawk as the boy came into the hallway. Wren shook her head, rolling her eyes, "Can I shower in peace now?" she questioned, still standing there in her pjs and Hawk's hoodie.

"I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to go with Tory and I to grab lunch and hit the carnival in a bit, unless you're gonna be busy," Miguel wriggled his brows and Hawk punched his shoulder again. "What time?" Wren asked, ignoring the butterflies she was getting in her stomach at the way Hawk was looking at her in his hoodie over Miguel's shoulder. "I mean Hawk only needs five minutes right?" Miguel joked, jumping out of the way this time of Hawk's fists.

"Get out," Hawk pointed at the front door. "An hour?" Miguel grinned at Wren, who nodded, laughing as Hawk started to shove him toward the front door. "Use a condom!" Miguel laughed as Hawk pushed him out, closing the door behind him.

Wren closed the door to the bathroom again, hanging Hawk's hoodie on the back of the door, pulling off her pajamas and throwing them into the laundry bin. She stepped into the warm shower, humming appreciatively at the hot water hitting her skin. She heard the door click open and click shut. "Can I help you?" she questioned, reaching for her body wash as Hawk pulled the curtain back, stepping in behind her.

"Save water, shower together?" he smirked at her. "Jeez, it's like you're obsessed with me or something," she teased as she lathered the soap in her hands, washing her body. Hawk frowned, "Damn, way to be, Mills," he muttered. She looked over her shoulder at him, "I was joking," she replied, stepping under the water to rinse her body off, looking at the love bites Hawk had left on her body, her fingers trailing over the one on her inner thigh.

Wren's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Hawk press his body against her back, his hands running softly along her sides, coming to rest on her hips. "You know," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on her hip. "I should punish you for being such a bad girl this morning..."