I don't know really what happened after that. I just remember us holding each other for a very long time. To say that I didn't like that moment, would be a lie. I held every second of that moment like it was my last breathe, and I can't deny that I still have feelings for him. I don't want them, I wish that I didn't have them, but I do and they aren't leaving.
The next thing that I remember is being in my bed beside Drake. I was on my back, and Drake was on his side cuddled up on me. His head was laying on my stomach, and his arms were wrapped around my waist line. He was still sleep with light, very light, snoring. His face was puffy and had a light shade of red, probably from crying. His face did look a little better from last night; it wasn't swollen anymore, though his eye was still colored, and his lip had dry blood on the cut.
He moved a little in his sleep to pull me closer to him. I don't know if I was comfortable, or if I didn't want the moment to end, I was just all around confused with everything. I heard a small humming noise, almost in a vibrating tone. It took me a minute to realize that it was my phone. I reached over to the nightstand and looked at the caller ID; it was an unknown number. Cautiously, I picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered in a quiet, sleepy tone.
"You didn't think that I'd give you my number without making you call me first, did you?"
I couldn't help the smile that crawled upon my face. "I guess not."
He chuckled in response, "What are you doing?"
"I was sleeping." I said with a little yawn.
"You do know that it's like ten twenty, right?"
I looked at my watch, and he was definitely right. "Uh, yeah, I do now."
"Well, get up, lazy ass." He laughed.
I laughed a little as well. "I am, asshole."
I heard him laugh again through the line. "I'm picking you up for brunch, what time should I come?"
"Um..." I thought for a minute, "gimme about forty minutes."
"Alright, I'll be there."
"Okay."
I was about to hang up, but I heard his frantic voice.
"Yeah?"
"I can't wait to see you."
I could tell that he put his 'sexy' voice on, but I wasn't falling for it.
"Shut up." I laughed.
I hung up the phone, and put it back on my nightstand. Drake was still asleep, he didn't even look close to waking up. I didn't want to ruin his sleep, so I grabbed a pillow from behind me and carefully slid from under him, quickly replacing my body with the pillow. He noticed the difference, but didn't open his eyes.
I quietly went to my closet, and looked for an outfit. I settled on black leggings, a black shirt, and a red plaid long-sleeved shirt to put over the shirt just in case it got chilly, but it would stay tied around my waist until then. I picked out some under clothes, and I carried the outfit into the bathroom with me and took a really quick shower. After that, I brushed my teeth and got dressed. For my hair, I just lightly curled it, not too much, but not too little either. I sprayed a light scent of sweet perfume and applied lip gloss. Then I checked myself in the mirror. I looked nice.
I looked at my watch, and it was exactly forty minutes. I quickly cleaned up my mess in the bathroom, got my phone, and made my way to the living room.
I was greeted by Dean and Drake. Dean was standing at the door way, and Drake was holding the door open. A smile spread across Dean's face when he saw me, while Drake had this questioning look on his face.
