TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 22

Time: Chapter 22

"Mmmm," I whine as someone lays down beside me wrapping their arm and leg around my body. I try to turn away to get them off but I don't succeed. "Mmmmm!"

The come closer and wraps their arm and leg like before. I try to ignore it and try to fall back asleep. The person begins to run a finger along the back of my hand and fingers. I feel their every breath from behind me and feel calmer knowing who it was.

"What time is it?" I whisper. The person's hand lays on top of mine by my face and just holds it.

"Midnight." I sigh and burry my face into my pillow letting sleep take over.

I begin to wake up still entangled with the other body. I slowly open my eyes and turn my head to see a full head of hair on my arm.

"Yah," I whisper. There was no response so I slowly remove myself from his hold and replace myself with a pillow. I knew he woke up a bit but he'll soon go back to sleep. I walk over to Miguel and wake him up. "Let's go get breakfast."

I carry Miguel and run a hand through my hair and head to the place where we get breakfast. I grab a carton of milk and cereal and then a banana and two oatmeal pack with a bottle of water and bowl for each. I make my way back up and begin making breakfast. I pour the milk into the cereal and hand it to Miguel. I pour one packet of oatmeal in each bowl and pour some water into each. I put one into the microwave and switch it once it was done.

I head over to the bed and wake the sleeping form.

"Breakfast," I say cheerfully. He takes a deep breath and the stretches his body. He opens one eye and then the other. He smiles and waves and I laugh high-fiving the waving hand. "Get up. I made oatmeal."

"How American of you," he says in English. I scoff and walk away as he follows me.

"I only had one free hand. We can get more food later," I tell him as we sit down by Miguel as he eats his food.

"Good Morning, Uncle Mawk!" Miguel waves and smiles.

"Morning, buddy!" Mark greets ruffling Miguel's hair. He turns to me and asks, "Why can't he say the 'r' in my name?"

"He probably got use to it. He'll grow out of it," I tell him feeding myself a spoonful. "How'd you get in here anyway? I never unlocked the joining door."

"I have the other key," he tells me. Of course he does.

"Of course you do," I say flatly. A knock ones from the joint door and I'm about to stand up when Mark stops me.

"Shh. Don't let them in," he whispers in English so both Miguel and I can hear and understand.

"Why?" Miguel whispers back.

"They're going to ruin our alone time," he whispers back.

"Yah! We know you guys are awake!" Jr.'s voice rings through the door. Mark puts a finger to his mouth and Miguel follows as he laughs quietly. I watch the two in amazement with how well they get along.

"We have to open it for them," I tell them but still whisper.

"But I want to spend time with Uncle Mawk!" Miguel complains.

"You always spend time with Uncle Mawk-I mean Mark," I tell him. I stand up and walk over to the door. They continuously bang onto the door. I'm close to approaching the door when both of my legs are stopped by extra weight. Both are hugging my legs still.

"Don't do it!" Mark screams in English.

"I hear you!" Jackson yells back in English. "Open up!"