Bullies With Benefits

PART 38

Waking up to a bad case of the stiff neck is not
something good to feel on a Sunday morning but, waking up to a crossed legged Wednesday with my dad's guitar around her neck is something good to admire on a Sunday morning.

"You finally woke up." She teases, smirking that
smirk as I push myself up by my hands, rubbing
the drowsiness away from my lids as I gave the girl a half-smile, narrowing my eyes on the guitar.

"How'd you get that?" I ask, tilting my head to the side as I feel the blanket we used falling down my chest.

Wednesday taps her fingers on the instrument and shrugs her shoulders up. "It was by your door so I thought it was okay to borrow ?" she hums, asking for my permission silently as I roll my eyes and nod.

"It's my dad's."I tell her as she continues to fix
the tunings. "I guess he left it in my room the other day."

Grinning, Wednesday winks at me. "Good thing she did because I get to do this now."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I bunch the blanket up
to my chest and lean back on the railings, trying to ignore the heat of the sun as I shield my face with one hand. "Do what?"

She smirks and strums downa few cords, creating this melodic tune as I sigh at the feeling. Wednesday  giggles at me and strums again, humming a tune as I throw my head back gently and look up at the sky.

"well, sometimes I go out by myself"

Body waking up, I feel my cheeks blushing and
my heart racing at the smooth velvet voice of
Wednesday, it was so soft so alluring and I can't
help but stare at her deeply as she sings a once
upbeat and fast song and turn it into something
like a country tune like it was made for it.
Amazing.

"And I look across the water,
oh And I think of all the things,
what you're doing,
and in my head I paint a picture,"

Her face scrunches up when she hits the note of
the last word, swinging her arm up to point at the sky for a moment before going back down to strum again. It was so soothing to hear her voice, almost like I'm floating on the clouds and she's the angel with a harp.

"Since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess-"

She wiggles her chest, causing spurs of laughter
to come out of my mouth as I clap my hands,
impressed. Wednesday grins.

"And I've missed your black hair
and the way you like to sweater"

Okay, I know the lyrics of that song, and it does
not have the words black and sweater in it, and
I most definitely noticed the way she stopped to
say sweater in a non-singing voice, almost like
she's teasing me as I roll my eyes at her creativity, nudging my chin for her to go on because I'm interested.

Laughing, Wednesday taps on the wooden portion of the guitar.

"Wont you come on over
Stop making a sap out of me,
Why dont you come on over Eni-Valerie"

There's a smirk on her face as she winks at me
playfully, knowing full well what she's doing as she belts out the next lines, "Valerie" about three times with a soft tune, singing the chorus with a rasp in her voice.

With a lick of her lips, Wednesday stops her
strumming and decides to pluck on the strings for some added effect to her next made-up lines.

"Did you have to go to me,
made me feel like a lovely dame,
did you get a good lawyer-"

Scrunching up my nose, I stifle a giggle -Did she
just say I made her feel like a lady?

"-hope you didn't catch a tan,
I hope you find the right woman,
who'll be there for ya"