Platonic My Ass - hizzie

TWELVE. trespasser of my heart

Surprise! I'm alive and so is this story!

HOPE'S POV

"Hope."

I groan groggily into my pillow, not wanting to wake up at the first sign of a human. I would be lucky if I consumed two hours of sleep last night, due to my mind trying to beat my heart in a race.

"Go away Satan. Not interested in being tortured today." I wave my hand outside of my warm blankets, shooing the person away.

"Hopeeeee."

"Eyes closed means don't disturb me."

"I'll jump on you."

"I'll die."

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson, if you don't get off your lazy ass, I will flatten you like a pancake!" There's a frantic jabbing at my leg through the blanket.

"Quit it!" Who even is this person?

"Hope, that's no way to speak to our dearest guest."

My dad's sudden voice interests me enough for my eyes to flutter open, long forgetting sleep as a priority when I look past my dad to see Lizzie standing there, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

Lizzie. She's back from Belgium. Here. In my room, responsible for poking my leg.

My breath lodges inside my throat and unable to speak, I dumbly point at the blonde with a gaping mouth.

"She needs a hand bringing in her things." Dad is too chirpy for an early morning. I wish I was an early bird like him but I'm the biggest night owl ever. "Would you mind helping her out?"

"I do mind." My dad shoots me a scowl and I groan quietly. "Joking, I'll offer my kind service."

Lizzie is staring at me as I throw my blankets off and stumble to my feet. Looking down, it's an obvious reason why. I was wearing fuzzy pink pants. "They're not mine! Penelope left them here when she slept over and I missed laundry day!"

"I wasn't going to say anything but now that you've addressed it, they look cute on you." She snickers amusedly to herself and walks out the door. Lizzie has more of a strut actually. She swings her hips a lot.

"You chose to wear those," Dad rumbles with laughter. "Sometimes I question our relation."

"Be quiet. Don't you still have a racing car onesie that uncle Kol bought you as a joke?" I smirk when his laughter dies right off drastically. Not so funny when the tables turn, is it?

"Get dressed and help cart in your friends bags. We have a few ground rules to discuss on where she'll be sleeping."

"Isn't the sofa a practical opti-"

"Save the questions for later." He says dismissively and leaves the room in a flash.

"You've got to be kidding me." I change out of the embarrassing pink pants, replacing them with grey sweats and slip a sweater over top of my plain black t-shirt.

"Be careful with those, they-" Lizzie sucks in a harsh breath when I carelessly toss down her bag to the floor, ignoring her warning. "They're fragile.." she finishes in defeat.

"Sorry." I mumble half heartedly and sit on the arm rest of our couch, seeing as my dad isn't around yet to scold me for it.

"Yeah.. It's fine." She tightly smiles and bends down to zip open the bag. She pulls out a small teddy bear. It's white with a red neck ribbon and holding a wooden board that reads something. Words I can't make out from my position.