The next morning as I flutter my eyes open. I notice Lizzie cuddled up to me. Her head rested up upon my chest. Our legs tangled together. Part of me feels nervous, but all I feel is comfort.I begin to observe her face. The way the sunlight makes her skin glow. The way her freckles are more noticeable in the sunlight. The way her lips are formed, almost into a pout. As I remove a strand of hair that fell upon her face, I begin to trace her face with my index finger. I go in over her eyebrows, down to her cheekbones, followed by her lips. I smile when I feel how soft her lips are. Wondering what it would feel like to have them upon my lips.
I pretend to be asleep as she stirs awake.
I hear as she hums and feel her stretch as she wakes.
Although my eyes are closed, I can see her smiling. She begins to get out of bed, thinking i'm still asleep. As she walks out the room I let out the breath I was holding. I smile when I hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Knowing she's making breakfast. I lay in bed for a while, mentally preparing myself to walk out.
As I finally walk into the kitchen I smile when I hear what Lizzie is playing on her laptop. Ode to Viceroy by Mac DeMarco. I begin to sing the lyrics and I slightly scaring her.
"Viceroy
Early in the morning
Just trying to let the sun in
And open up my eyes""Shit, you scared me." she says in a whisper trying not to wake Nicole.
I ignore her comment and pull her in a little dance and begin to sing again.
"Viceroy
Don't take me for a fool now
I'm only trying to calm down
Just trying to keep it cool"And just as I begin to sing the next part she buts in.
"Viceroy
As it's getting later
Heading for the corner
I'm leaving it to you And oh, don't let me see you crying'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying""Hi" I say in a low voice as I still hold her.
"Morning" she whispers with a smile as she lets go. "Whatcha makin?" I ask as I sit in one island stools. "Avocado toast and some eggs." she says. "Oh then let me help you." I say as I get up from the stool. As I go to help her she shoves me slightly. "No No No, you're my guest. Sit your ass down." she says in a low voice. I giggle and go back to my stool.
"Can I get some ibuprofen?" I ask. "Oh are you okay? Do you not feel well?" she says as she goes to feel my forehead. I laugh at her reaction. "Not for me Lizzie, for Nicole." I say as I hold her hand against my forehead. "Oh no yeah she is definitely going to have a rough morning" she says as she goes to get some medicine.
I smile and watch as she finishes cooking us a meal. "Here you go Y/N. I know it's simple so I hope you like it." she says shyly. "It more than enough." I tell her. She gives me smile, as she goes over to sit in the stool next to me.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask as I take a bite of my toast. "Yes I did actually. I usually don't get a good sleep." she says upset. " Why's that?" I ask her as I furrow my eyebrows. I look over as she frowns. I reach over and curl my index finger under her chin, and I rest my thumb on the front of her chin. I tilt her chin up so she looks me in the eyes. "I tend to overthink at night and it keeps me awake." she sighs. "I'm like that too." I tell her in a low voice and let her chin go. She still looks up at me with a smile on her face. It's as if she's relieved that someone understands that part of her.
"What about you?" she asks as she chews her food. "Well I was cuddled all night, guess I can say I slept very well." I say with a smirk. "Yeahhh sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I'm a cuddler." she says shyly giving me an awkward smile. Her reaction makes me giggle. "I'm not complaining Lizzie. I am too." I say as i'm taking the last bite of my toast.
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Blinding Sights
عاطفيةA fan-fanatic about Elizabeth Olsen. Takes place when Lizzie was in NYU.