Why Don't We
••• Hooked •••
TW: mild spicy content
I shifted to the realm of consciousness to the sound of Lloyd softly humming a tune to a song.
My eyes squeezed, not wanting to wake. I was having a such a nice dream. I didn't want that to slip away.
"Morning, precious," Lloyd murmured and my eyes opened, vision blurry with sleep. I seemed to wake into another dream, one where Lloyd's hand was stroking my hairline gently with his thumb, the other incased in my own hold. His fingers clasped tightly around the promise ring. Legs were tangled under the duvet.
I closed my eyes again and sighed through my nose, relaxing into his touch.
"Mmm. G' mornin,'" I mumbled, dropping my chin under the duvet.
"It's wakey time," Lloyd noted, poking my stomach. I softly groaned in retaliation, not wanting to leave the warm bliss of the bed. "Don't you want breakfast?"
My eyes opened at the mention of food. He looked amused.
"Yeah," I grumbled so he slipped from the bed and I held back my discontent whine.
I sat up, duvet pooling around my waist. The morning sun filtered through the window as Lloyd pulled the curtains back. My head swam, sluggish from having had little sleep. After a long night of of sitting on the hood of his car and snuggling while talking about many meaningless things, we had sneak in at two in the morning.
"Awake yet?" Lloyd asked as I shivered at the morning chill.
"No," I groaned. He threw a pillow at my face and I blinked in surprise. It landed on my lap.
"How about now?"
I stared at him. "Still no."
He grinned, pulling me up from the mattress. I teetered unsteadily, brain swirling from the sudden movement. He grabbed a discarded hoody that was sat over the back of his desk chair.
"Arms up," Lloyd ordered and I did as told. He slid the hoody on and tightened the drawstrings until only my nose was showing. "Warm?"
"Mmhmm," I hummed. He chuckled, pulling away the hood from my face. I blinked slowly.
"Ah, there you are."
"Here I am," I smiled lethargically.
The others were already teeming around the dining table, with the exception of Jay, waiting for breakfast. A chorus of good mornings went all round.
Nya stared at my pants in surprise.
"Are those my pyjamas?"
"She didn't have anything to wear to bed," Lloyd shrugged. "So I grabbed some from your closet."
"Oh. Alright."
"May as well clear a drawer for her," Kai snickered.
"Or better yet, move in," Cole teased.
"Ahaaa," Lloyd said dryly as he pulled me to sit down at the table. "Funny."
"It'll happen sooner or later," Nya shrugged.
There was a sudden crash from the kitchen and then the sound of somebody running down the hall.
"Wait- WAIT-" Jay yelled, smashing into the room and we turned to stare at him, breathing heavily and eyes wide. Like a feral chipmunk with freckles. "I hear Lloyd! I need to know!"
His blue eyes dropped to the ring on my hand and he screamed.
"Ah! She said yes!" Jay yelled, pointing at the ring. "Guys, she said yes!"
"To what?" Cole asked before following Jay's gaze and landing on my hand. His eyes widened. "Is that a ring?!"
"A promise ring," Lloyd quickly said. "Not engaged, not yet."
"NOT YET-" Nya gasped loudly. "Isn't that a bit fast?"
"Everything about their relationship has been sped to an abnormal pace," Zane reminded. "We suspected and Neuro confirmed. This should not be surprising."
"Well, gee, catch me still being surprised," Nya sassed as I shifted on the zabuton, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Cheeks flushed. "They've only known each other for four months!"
"Mm, yeah, but," Kai lifted a finger in counter. "The prophecy said that they should've met before Lloyd's big fight against his father three years ago. He messed that one up big time."
"Would you let it go?" Lloyd stressed a whine. "We've already been over this!"
"The prophecy clearly demands that their bond be strong," Zane pointed out. "To not, it may prove to be fatal."
"Oh, goody," I mused. "That's a nice thought to start the day with."
Zane shrugged. It was the cold, hard truth.
"Wait, wait, lemme see," Cole scrambled forward and grabbed my hand, peering at the ring as it sat over the table. "Isn't this Misako's?"
"It's handed down," Lloyd elaborated with a soft smile.
"Wouldn't that make it a ring that's like... over a thousand years old?" Cole asked, glancing up at us. "Hope you don't lose it. That's a pretty valuable family heirloom."
My face dropped in fear.
"Nice, Cole," Jay shot as I began to thoroughly panik, clutching my hand closed tight against my chest. "Now you've scared her."
"What! It's just facts!"
