Hidden Behind Walls

Chapter 6: But my dear this is not Wonderland

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Raven P.O.V

My phone was going off and The Weeknd's song The Morning was blaring at the highest volume. I tried to flip over and block it out but I couldn't and I felt something tighten around me. I slowly turned my head to see what was constricting me. It was Clayton, of course it was Clayton. His dark brown hair was messy but cute but his face looked troubled. He squeezed me tighter and pulled me closer.

"Hey, bugaboo, wake up" I say. He groans and just pulls me even closer, if that was even possible. I poke his cheek repeatedly till his eyes flutter open.

"Is this how you wake people up?" he says his voice groggy.

"You didn't stay in your lane, your lucky I didn't knee you"  I quip.

"Stay in my lane, Doll, you're the one who got closer to me" he says trying to smirk but looking stoned. I try to push him with my free arm. He doesn't budge in fact he flexes his fudging abs.

"Of course you have abs" I mumble sourly.

"I didn't have a shirt on all last night and now you notice them?" he says.

"I was too busy trying to kick you out and then I got knocked out, so hmmm" I say pursuing my lips at the end.

"Sorry bout' that" he says and kisses my forehead.

I furrow my brow, "Am I in an alternate universe?"  A confused smile spreads across his face.

"I must have hit my head pretty hard if I'm imagining you kissing my forehead. Everything seems the same, or maybe its a dream" I say turning my head looking over my room. I turn my gaze back to Clayton an amused expression is plastered on his face.

"This is exactly why you're my Rave" he whispers.

"What was that Bugaboo? Did you say my? I'm nobody's anything" I say sassily.

"Sure, Dollface" he says laughing. Then I'm whipped around and he's on top of me. He lowers himself closer and inched up my shirt. A mischievous grin was on his face. I started to glare at him and almost knee him in the balls if what happened next didn't happen quickly. He started tickling me, well tried to tickle me. When nothing happened and I didn't react at all he stopped.

"How the heck are you not ticklish?"

"The many perks of being a Bordeaux"

"No way, you've been blessed from the torture"

"You make it seem like a weapon"

"Cause it is" and he rolled over to the other side of me and told me a long winded tale of the 'Tickle Wars'.

Apparently, the Tickle Wars happened in his childhood back when his siblings still lived with him. He described the many battles as treacherous and life-and-death situations.

"My older brother, Alric, was the worst. He'd come in my room at night and start tickling me in my sleep or he'd taser me. I'd wake up laughing and then try to run after him but he was always too fast. He always let me catch him in the end though and tickle him in payback. Then we'd sneak together into my sister, Bella's room and we'd tickle her. She'd wake up pissed at us but she wouldn't stay that way for long. It'd be like 2 in the morning and our parents would find us sprawled on the floor laughing. They'd act mad but they would sit with us and tell stories and we'd all fall asleep on the floor together" A faint smile played across his lips. He turned to face me, and then straightened up and heaved a sigh.