Roommates, with nightmares

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I curse myself, for falling asleep on the couch, during that movie. So when I sit up straight, crying and grasping for breath, it's not a surprise that I sit up on the couch. My eyes are a little blurry with wet tears, but I can still see Tyler on the couch. He Has his head towards the opposite of mine, out legs tangled together a little.

But he soon sits up. "sh....sh, it's okay, princess. Sh.." He puts his hands on my shoulders as I ball my eyes out. He slowly pulls me forward and into a hug. I hesitantly hug him
Back, wrapping my arms around him. My face is buried into his neck as I let my cries come out.

His arms are wrapped around my back as one moves up and down my back, the other is softy patting down my hair. He whispers sweet nothing's to me to try and calm my nerves. Why can't I jut be a tough girl who doesn't need someone to comfort them hen they cry? Why can't I be like that?

I don't know how long we just sat there and hugged on the couch. All I know is that I was slowly falling asleep. No, I need to talk to Tyler. Without me saying anything, he picked me up and walked towards the room. "w-what are you doing?" I asked, sniffling. "Aren't you tired?"

I nod in reply and put my head back in his neck, making his muscles tense up. No, don't smile. Don't you dare.

He takes me to our room and lays me down on the bed. Then, like the nice son of a bitch he is, he puts a blanket over me and moves my hair away from my face. He's sitting on the bed. Not moving anywhere.

And that's exactly how I like it.

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Tyler's POV

She's having another nightmare. I hate it when she has them, I know what it's about.....

The steam room.

I can't forgive myself for that one.

I pull her into a hug and whisper things to her, telling her its alright. That I won't hurt her anymore. I just left out the part where IM going to be the one protecting her. No one else. sooner or later, I pick her up in my arms and take her to our room. Her arms moved to wrap around my neck, to keep her hold on me. One of mine is around her back, while the other is under her legs. Her legs.....

Dammit! Stop thinking stuff like THAT right now, Tyler!

"W-what are you doing?" She asks, nervousness is practically written in her voice. I look down at her, barely meeting her eyes, the one stay just balled their eyes out. The bright blue.

"Aren't you tired?" I ask back. She nods, before putting her head into my neck, making my whole body almost tense up. I hate seeing her like this. Scared out of her mind. So fucking frightened. It reminds me of my little brother when he just watched nightmare on elm street.

Except this is worse.

I softly lie her on her bed and pull the covers over her. Sitting down in the process. She doesn't show any emotion. Either I'm too stupid to tell, or she's good at hiding it from me. She sure has been able to do it every since high school.

I move her hair put of her face as she closed her eyes. My hand now lays there, softly on her cheek. Her skin is so soft. So clean. It used to be covered in pimples and acne. Looks like puberty went well for her. She looks like a woman. Well, she is.

But I don't look like a man, I still look like a hormonal teenage boy. I do act as that sometimes though. Even though I'm like twenty four. Her lashes glisten against her cheek. Fluttering a little when My hand carefully finger combed the right side of her hair. I smile softly, and notice that she has calmed down and looks like she's asleep.