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21

Tonya's POV

I look over at Tito and Michael's bed, seeing them both seemingly fast asleep. "Tonya," the voice called again and I looked up, seeing Marlon looking at me, hanging upside down from his bunk. It startled me for a moment, I won't lie.

Marlon seemed to notice this and chuckled. "Sorry," he quietly apologized. "Were you sleeping?" he whispered, now siting upright, peering at me from his top bunk. I shake my head and whisper back, "No, I can't sleep."

I watched as Marlon made a 'come here' motion with his finger. What? I looked at him confused. He whispered for me to come here.

"What? Up there... with you?" I felt my cheeks heat up. The invitation shouldn't make me feel so shy, but it did.

"You can come up here. I can't sleep either, so we can just talk if you want," he tells me. "But what about the show? You need rest," I protest. He just shakes his head and laughs quietly.

"Girl, you know I'm the master at staying awake. I've done shows on 3 hours of sleep plenty of times," he says to me, reaching a hand out.

"Now come and talk to me. You don't have to if you don't want to, but maybe it'll make us sleepy," he suggests.

Honestly, I couldn't help the eagerness inside of me to just simply be next to him, so I cautiously and quietly made my way out of my bed. I was careful not to disturb the others and climbed the ladder to his bunk.

Marlon scooted over to make room and gently pat a spot next to him, smiling that handsome smile of his at me. I took a seat next to him with a shy grin, nervously placing my hands in my lap. My legs hung off the side of the bed and swung back and forth.

Marlon looked at me. "Ton, are you.. nervous or something?" He asked me, "I don't bite," he giggles softly. I smile, unconsciously scooting closer to him. "I know," I whisper. I look up at him and look into his eyes, noticing that he was already looking into mine.

I couldn't look away from him, something was just drawing me in. "Marlon.." I begin, trying to find the words to say. "Yeah?" He whispered back, not breaking eye contact with me.

He looked starry-eyed and almost.. in love, but there's no way. Soon, he started to lean in close to me and I couldn't fight the urge to lean in as well and our lips brushed against each other's.