⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏.
❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN
DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰.
Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame'...
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ODETTE | MOETTI
"WAKEY WAKEY ODEY baby."
My eyes fluttered open for a few moments but slipped shut when I only found darkness.
Sleep didn't have a chance of dragging me back into slumber-land because the voice was at it again, this time accompanied by a shake. My brows furrowed before I forced my eyes to open again.
This time I was nose-to-nose with my cousin.
"Odey you up?"
I rolled onto my side, away from her questions. It was difficult to fumble together an intelligible response while I gripped onto the slippery tugs of sleep.
What I managed was, "It's black outside so no."
It was so dark I'd missed her face when I'd opened my eyes before; it was definitely not time to be awake.
"But I'm hungry." She draped herself over me so I could feel her weight press onto the dip of my waist. "Come with me downstairs please?"
The thought of leaving my warm, comfy bed felt rank.
"Go on your own."
It was silent for a moment in the dorm and my ears could only catch the vauge snoring of our roommates.
I thought she'd given up when she whispered more quietly, "I asked if Neo could meet me in the kitchens so we could talk but I'm too scared to go on my own."
Her admittance squeezed my heart and I let out a long groan. I could never say no to her, especially not to that.
"Why couldn't you ask him to meet you at a normal time you plonker?" I grumbled into my pillow, savouring the warmth before I'd have to depart from it.
She knew I'd given in and wrapped my blobbed form in a hug. "Love you Odey."
No matter how disgruntled I felt, I murmured the phrase back. "Love you too Les. I'm always here for you."
I turned around so I could see her face— or as much of it as I could in the low light.
"But could you really not have arranged it for. . ." I glanced over her shoulder at my bedside clock. "Two AM?"
She shrugged but the purse to her lips told me she'd been thinking the same.
"Plus you haven't even told me the story between you and Mr Flirty-pantsbut here you are asking me for help with your escapades."
"Oh my giddy aunt." She covered her face with her hands as she whined. "This is not an escapade."
I hummed and tried to keep my eyes from falling shut. "You keep telling yourself that hun."
