My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

9 | You're "In Love" With A Mirage

Kaillie Adams: (not edited)

When I woke up the next morning, I was on Carter's couch with an empty bowl on the table in front of me, with wrappers and kleenexes surrounding me. My neck was a bit cramped, as it would seem I fell asleep curled up in Carter's arms, most likely tired out from a bunch of crying. The TV screen was on, the remote on the other side of Carter. My guess is he probably turned off what he could reach without disturbing me. Especially since I had fell asleep in the position very similar to a really long hug. Trying to wake up more, I tried to blink away the sleepiness from my eyes, but it didn't seem to work. Still sleepy, I returned my head to it's previous place, resting it back on Carter's chest. I could feel his gently stir, but not enough to mean he was waking up. Sleep soon overtook my senses once again, as I fell into a gentle state of peace.

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Slowly, a while later, I woke up again. It had seemed I had been moved, as Carter's head was now on top of mine a bit, but I was still tightly curled up onto his side, just like before. I could feel him stroking my hair ever so gently, in a very soothing kind of manner. It was a very nice way to wake up after all the emotions and crying of last night.

"Hey," I say softly, curling myself into a more comfortable position and slightly leaning toward his soothing touch. Turning my head up, my blue-gray eyes meet his soft blue ones. I can see that he must have woken up not too long ago as well, as his eyes still look drowsy with sleep.

"Hey," he says back to me, giving me a soft, sleepy smile.

"How'd you sleep? I hope me laying on you wasn't too uncomfortable," I say with a more awake smile.

"None more uncomfortable then it usual is when another person is laying on you," he says smartly with a grin. Yup, definitely more awake now.

"It's too early in the morning to be a smart ass. Stop it!" I complain, burying my face in his chest because guess what? I wanted to go back to my blissful sleep when I didn't have to deal with the problems I had with the world. Yeah as anyone can tell, I am not a morning person by any means.

I felt Carter reach over, and I had the sneaking suspicion it was to reach his phone. "How can you say that?" He asked, "it's almost 12 o'clock." And who was right? Yeah, that's right, me. The only way he could know the time by checking his phone.

"So?" I say defiantly. I still want to sleep.

"I think it's time to get up," he says, suggesting we move. As if. I like being in this little bubble where my biggest problem is moving, as opposed to one where I have to deal with the fact my now ex-boyfriend cheated on me. And probably has been for a while.

"No."

"And why not?" he says innocently, although I'm confident he already knows the answer.

"Because." Seriously, he knows I'm not nice to deal with in the morning, so why must he try so hard?

"Come on," he says, pushing me slightly.

"Don't push me," I growl at him.

"I hate to break it to you, but you don't scare me," he says, laughing.

"Maybe I should be," I say, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Nah," he says, brushing off my threat. "You can't harm me."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. How could you harm me when I could just pick you up?" he says, smirking at me.

"Don't you dare," I say lowly, narrowing my eyes in warning.

"I dare," he says in an unspoken threat. Just as I'm about to open my mouth and refuse, I'm in Carter's arms up in midair in one swift movement. Then, as if I'm a doll, he changes my position in his arms from one that more resembles a ball, to one where I'm over his shoulder instead. Great.