I stared in Gregory's dark ruby eyes. "Greg," I began, then was interupted by my huge yawn. My eyes drooped.
He chuckled, and wrapped his arms around me in a friendly way. "Go back to bed, Elizabeth. You need the sleep more than I do," he replied, then laughed even more at his little joke.
I clung onto him, laying my head against his shoulder. "But I don't want you to leave me," I noted, shifting comfortably.
Gregory pulled me so I looked up at his face. "Elizabeth, I won't leave."
I looked at him with serene eyes. "Promise?"
"Promise."
I snuggled back into his shoulder, but stated, "Link pinkies to make it official."
Gregory laughed, and wrapped his cold pinkie around mine. He lay me out so I was flat, and pulled my warm covers over my shivering body. Gregory lay next to me.
I lay my head against his shoulder still, and found his comforting hand under the covers. "Gregory, what if my parents come to check on me, and they see you?" I asked, suddenly alarmed by that possibilty. I could just imagine what they would say the following day....
Gregory squeezed my hand gently. "Don't worry. I could hear their car two miles away. I can just-"
I sat up abruptly, my eyes wild with worry. "Don't leave me!" I shout-whispered.
Gregory softly pushed me back down. "No, I was going to say just hide under the bed," he finished.
"Oh."
He chuckled. "God, Elizabeth. You're such a worrywart."
I fake-pouted. "I'm nothing close to a pimple."
Gregory became serious and turned me over so I faced him. "No, you're not," he said firmly.
I was slightly startled. What did that mean? I knew he was sending me mixed signals, and I guess my boy-decoder was broken, and I didn't think it would ever be fixed.
I snuggled back into my covers. "So, is it boring to be awake all day?" I asked randomly.
"Sometimes. I just wish I could pass into sweet slumber like you do. You make it look almost easy."
I sat up a little, propped up on my elbows. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He laughed. "You fall asleep so easily. I bet if I put you on cold stone you would pass out in about ten seconds."
I fake-pouted again. "I do not," I protested.
Gregory smiled, his gleaming fangs sticking out just a bit. "Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
Suddenly, he pulled my face into his and kissed me. Kissed me.
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Gregory's Angel
RomanceI wrote this when I was 15 years old so if you think that the main character is really mean to her brother, Tony, it's because in reality I was a bitch to my real brother now that I'm rereading through my stories at 24 years old, I realize how horri...
