Key To My Heart || Slugterra

57| Outing

"Good morning, love birds."

Trixie's voice echoed into my ear from behind me and before I could react, the lights in the room were turned on. Eli, who was cuddling me and being the big spoon, groaned behind me, his grip around my waist tightened, almost suffocating me.

"Eli let her breathe for Slug's sake," Trixie said, and I could imagine her rolling her eyes playfully.

"No," he said in his morning voice. His deep morning voice.

It's too early for this.

"Morning, Trix. Don't worry about me. I definitely won't suffocate and die," I drawled, yawning softly. I tried to get up from bed but Eli firmed his grip, almost demanding me to stay.

I turned around in his arms. His face was only inches away from mine. My cheeks turned pink as I gently cupped his cheeks, a small smile surfaced on his lips, before I looked up at Trixie.

"What time is it?" I asked her.

"It's nine in the morning," she said. "Pack your swimsuits. We are leaving in ten minutes."

"Wait what-"

The door slammed shut after Trixie walked out of it, jolting Eli awake.

"Who was that?" Eli asked sleepily, slowly waking up.

"How could you not know who was in our room?" I asked, laughing at him.

He's so adorable.

He stared at me as if he was trying to process something in his mind, before he spoke up.

"Trix and her last minute trips again?" he groaned, his eyelids ascended to look at me. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his ocean blue eyes sparkling just inches away from me.

Can I ever get used to them?

"Wait what? Last minute trips are normal?" I asked, snuggling closer to him.

"Used to be," he mumbled lazily. "Before the war, before Tad's threat, before you came down to Slugterra, yes it was very normal."

"Basically before things are about to go down?"

"Smart."

He chuckled at me, planting a small kiss on my forehead.

"Good morning, Ales. She said we're leaving in ten minutes, did I hear that right? We better get going," he said as he sat up, his muscular back facing me as he turned to look at me. "You don't want to see how furious Trix can get when we're late to her very last minute trips."

...
"GET THE FLOP UP!"

Trixie's voice can be heard from a mile away. Gunshots can be heard followed by a few yelps.

Oh and it turns out, it was six in the morning.

Trix is really the mother of our group.

Kord, Pronto, Millard, Junjie, Eli and I mounted on our respective mechas, exchanging glances with each other. Minutes later, the rest of the leaders rushed into the garage and climbed their mechas in a hurry.

Goo was visible on everyone's hair, with tangled webs clinging onto their slinging gear. They looked at Eli with a 'what the actual flop' face and he just responded with a shrug.

The last one to walk into the garage was Trixie. She made her way through us like nothing happened before, and mounted her mecha.

There was a small awkward silence in the room where the leaders were confused and no one dared to make a noise.