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Chapter 14

Chapter 14:

Lexi's POV

Waking up with knots in your neck is the worst. I groan, sitting up rubbing my neck. I hear stirring behind me and I pear over my shoulder, wincing. Big green eyes look at me, his hands travelling to my back, messaging out the knots. I sigh and lean into his hands, enjoying the pain easing at his fingertips.

"Had a bad sleep?" he mumbles, his low voice sounding gruff in the morning.

"Yeah," I sigh.

I couldn't sleep last night with my mind racing and worrying about my mom. Zack stayed over to help me sleep and cater to my needs.

"We need to go back to school at some point, you know," Zack mumbles.

I groan in protest and roll over, facing away from him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I sigh and rest my hand on his big warm hands.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"Hey, we should watch movies and eat ice cream. That's what girls do sometimes when they're sad, right?" He suggests.

I glare at him and his eyes widen.

"I mean, well not every girl does it I guess. Just, in a lot of movies the girl eats ice cream and cries to sappy movies, and I thought that-" he rambles. I interrupt him by kissing his lips softly.

"I was just joking, that sounds like a great idea," I smile.

He grins from ear to ear. To some, he looks like the Cheshire Cat. But to me, he looks adorable.

He jumps off my bed and runs out of the room. I call out for him but I don't get a response.

I wait a few minutes, much too lazy to get out of the warm embrace of my covers. I hear feet pounding around, and eventually, the sound gets louder and louder until I see him run into my room. He is panting slightly.

"Your movie awaits m'lady," he says properly, pretending to bow. I snort at the sight of my silly guy.

He picks me up bridal style and kisses my forehead. He carries me down the stairs and gently sets me down on the couch.

In front of me is 2 tubs of ice cream, Mint Chip and Chocolate brownie. My favourite ice cream, and his favourite ice cream.

I smile and look up at him. He's bouncing the slightest, and I can tell that he's proud.

"Come sit down you weirdo," I laugh.

He walks over with a skip in his step, and plops himself down onto the sofa. He inches himself closer to me so that our thighs are touching.

His eyes sparkle and he gives me a lopsided grin.

"I'm very impressed Zachary." I praise, and he jumps up a little and gives me a bear hug.

He presses play, and not until now, did I notice that "Titanic" had been paused on the T.V.

I grin and squeeze myself between his arm and his torso, relaxing at his touch.

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20 minutes into the movie.

"What's her name again?" he asks, squinting and pointing at the screen.

"Rose," I shake my head, he should know this. Her name was said like, 2 seconds ago.

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1 hour into the movie.