Hot Chocolate (George Shelley)

Chapter Twenty Six - Sticky Notes and Mischief

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Chapter Twenty Six - Sticky Notes and Mischief

Opening my mouth in a yawn I opened my eyes a crack to reveal a bright room. Opening my eyes wider I noticed a tiny dust particle drift gently in the air, not really moving past me but still moving someway. I studied the strange particle as it floated gently through the air, almost like a tiny snowflake, but dragged on with much more urgency like some unknown wind was pushing it with powerful force in a certain direction. Then as if by command, the wind dropped and the tiny particle fell almost gracefully to the ground. My wondering eyes followed it down, resting somewhere out of sight in the fluff of carpet. Then a different shape caught my eye, a rounded piece of popcorn.

Realising where I was the memories from last night rushed through my mind in fast forward. Picking myself up from the carpet I felt a weight on my side, an arm. It didn't take long for me to realise me and George had fallen asleep together on the floor while watching a film. My eyes scanned the room, taking up one sofa each was Harriet and Will's sleeping figures. The TV was off, making no noise and revealing a black screen. Early morning light was streaming through the window, lighting up the room significantly.

Stretching my arms out I yawned again before settling my eyes back to George. His face was solemn as he slept, not revealing much of an expression. His hair was scruffy and different locks darted in different directions as his head leaned against the side of the sofa. His lips were parted slightly and a silent snore escaped them. He looked so peaceful I couldn't help but smile a little.

"Ugh what time is it?"

I turned round to see Harriet had just woken up by the looks of it. She opened her eyes before scrunching it up again as the light hit her.

"No idea." I replied sleepily.

"Oh, sorry you had to sleep on the floor."

She noticed mine and George's position on the floor, giving me an apologetic look. I shrugged it off, it wasn't that bad on the floor, clearly I had slept like a lazy-ass cat anyway.

"It's okay, wasn't that bad to be honest."

There was a moment of silence, it could've been awkward, but I was quite content with having a moment of peace to look back over all the events of last night. Due to my being tired after just waking up, I couldn't remember much in detail but clearly a lot had gone on as I scanned over the packets of food and DVDs lying in random spots about the room. It seems I wasn't the only one doing so.