Last Summer 🔪Scream 1996

Ch. 14: Sober Talks

I wake to the sun shining in my face and an arm wrapped around my torso. I look over seeing Billy sleeping soundly as I groan, rubbing my eyes as I go to sit up. I gently move his arm but stop when he tightens his grip and pulls me closer. I huff as I rub my eyes again, trying to kill my headache.

I look over at the bedside table, seeing a bottle of water and pain reliever sitting next to my alarm clock. As my eyes focus, I see that it's almost ten o'clock in the morning. Meaning my mom will be home soon.

I groan again as I shove Billy's arm off me, sitting up and brushing my messy hair out of my face. I grab the pain medicine, opening it up and grabbing two tablets before grabbing the water. I take the pain meds and chug the rest of the water before getting up and making my way towards my bathroom.

I grab my toothbrush and begin my daily routine as movement sounds from my bed. Billy stumbles in wearing only his boxers, rubbing his eyes as he yawns. He hugs me from behind, nuzzling into my neck as I giggle.

"What're you doing?" I laugh as I look at him through the mirror, seeing him smiling into my shoulder. "You never act like this?"

"Can't a friend hug a friend?"

I laugh and shake my head at him through the mirror as he smirks at me. He kisses my neck once before pulling away, getting into the bottom left drawer where spare toothbrushes are kept. He opens one up and joins me in brushing away our morning breath.

We smile at each other in the mirror as we brush away the night before. After we're done, we both head into my room to get dressed for the day. I just grab a hoodie and sweats before slipping them on and making my way towards the closet with spare clothes in it. I grab a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt before walking back into my room and giving them to Billy, who was using my bathroom.

"Here..." I hand them over as I smile a little, looking at him in a joking way. "At this point you might as well have clothes here..."

"Well...I did notice space in your closet..."

I scoff at his smirk, crossing my arms as I look up into his eyes.

"Only because I just cleaned it out for the shopping trips that Soph and Tiff are going to be dragging me on for the next few months...."

He smirks as he leans in, holding eye contact with me as I raise an eye brow at him. I feel myself getting lost in the chocolate brown irises that stare down at me. They hold so much emotion and intensity, more than anyone I have ever met, it's hard to not loose track of who you are while looking into them.

"I think you can spare a little space..." He smirks as his eyes shift between my own. "Your closet is the size of my room..."

I feel a magnetic pull guiding us together as we both lean in slowly, matching smirks on our faces. I don't know what's happening, or even if I want it, but I couldn't stop my body from moving.

"I think you're exaggerating..."

"Am I?"

My eyes shift down to his lips, seeing his smirk widen as we both stare at each other. His hand moves up to my cheek, brushing a strand of hair back before caressing my skin. He pulls me in as I close my eyes. I feel his breath brush against my lips as his hands cup my face, pulling me in.

What am I doing?

I pull away, turning my head as I clear my throat. I hear him exhale as he watches me step back, running my hands through my hair. He stands there, doing nothing but stare at me as I look at the clock and back at him.

"My mom's about to be home...I should..."

I turn around and walk out of my room, heading downstairs with my hand resting on my lips. I go into the kitchen, grabbing everything for pancakes after turning on the radio. Runaway by Janet Jackson plays as I mix up the pancakes before setting the bowl on the counter and grabbing a package of bacon.