Overcome

Chapter Fourty- Four

We arrive home to an empty house as we suspected. It's 4 in the morning and not my birthday anymore, but it suddenly just hits me. I'm 16! Yay! I'm 16! I think in my head. Happy, I walk into my room and slide the box that holds my Parlanti's under my dresser. I stand back and from different angles And make sure that you can't see the box unless you were looking for it.

Then I change into green colored pajama pants and a white t-shirt. Not tired, I walk into Justin's room and see that he changed into grey sweatpants and a royal blue shirt. He, obviously more tired than me, is just getting into his bed.

Without saying a word he lifts the covers up, moves himself more to the wall, and pats the now open space with his hand. I climb in and get comfortable. He grabs his phone from the night table and opens up Netflix as an app. He begins to scroll through the movies and TV shows then, like he read my mind, clicks on How To Train Your Dragon 2. It's funny how we both want to watch a kids movie, but I heard that it was really good.

Silently, I snuggle myself into him more. Soon we where all comfortable and cuddled up together, and halfway through an amazing movie! Neither of us spoken a word this whole time, and, to be honest, it's actually one of the things that I like about us. We don't have to worry about keeping the conversation flowing because it's almost like we can talk without saying anything.

When the great movie ends Justin plugs his phone in, then pulls me back closer to him. "Goodnight" He whispers and kisses the top of my forehead.

"Night" I whisper back, reaching up to kiss his lips then placing my head on his chest, finally feeling tired. Soon his rhythmic breathing indicates that he has fallen asleep and I was right behind him as well.

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I hear my mom walk in the house at about 6 in the morning. I also hear her sigh when she sees us, but I'm too tired to care. I drift back to sleep.

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I wake to Justin stroking my hair. I smile and look up to him, his blue eyes glistening in the morning sun. "Morning." I smile.

"Good Morrow" He says in a Shakespearean accent. "How did you sleep?"

"Great." I say resting my head back on his chest. After a minute or two I ask, "What day is it?"

"Tuesday" He whispers tiredly.

I sneak a peek at the clock on the night table, 11:32. "Hey Justin?" I ask tiredly.

"Hmm?"

"You're late for work."

He snaps his head over to the clock, "Shit!" He leaps up from the bed, now instantly awake. I sit up and he begins to strip himself down and dial furiously at his phone. He puts his phone between his shoulder and ear as he changes. "I know! I'm on my way right now!" He says to whom I assume is Maggy.

While he's changing I try not to stare but I completely fail at doing so. My jaw drops. He looks like a freaking model! Again, I fail at trying not to stare at his six pack, HIS SIX PACK! He catches me looking and just chuckles. "I'll be there as soon as I can!" and he hangs up.

Now fully dressed, he walks over to me, "I'll see you later." He smiles and kisses me. Wrapping his arms around me, he continues to kiss me.

Not wanting to, I push him away, "Go to work, Maggy's going to kill you!"

"She's already going to kill me so what's the point?" He jokes and pulls me in for another kiss. He pulls away soon after and gives me one quick peck on the nose before rushing down the stairs and out the door.