Forever

Chapter 4

(Note: Im writing this on my phone. Please be prepared to see errors.)

Tony softly kissed Camille's forehead, waking her up from a deep sleep. She reached for the blankets, trying desperately to pull them over her head. "Good morning angel," he whispered in her ear. She groaned

"Five more minutes," she mumbled, snuggling into his side. He chuckled, pulling the blankets back down. She gave him a dirty look.

"We need to get up," he said, rubbing her back. She pawed at the blankets.

"But I'm warm and comfy here," she said quietly. He rolled on his side so he was facing her. They laid there in silence for a moment. Slowly, she opened her eyes. "Good morning crumpet," she smiled. He smiled back, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close, not helping the getting up situation. "How'd you sleep?" She asked.

"It was great, especially since you were here," he chuckled. "But I will say someone is a bed and blanket hog," he teased. She laughed and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, I'm not use to sharing a bed," she giggled. Tony started to play with her hair making her even more tired. "What time is it?" She yawned.

"Nine I think," he said breaking their embrace to roll over. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it. "Yup, just after nine," he showed her the clock. "We should get up," he said propping himself up on his elbows. Camille groaned in complaint, and rolled over. Tony laughed and started to sit up. "C'mon angel, we have stuff to do," he said cheerfully.

"Or we could stay in bed and cuddle all day," she shot back. She rolled back over to look at him.

"As tempting as that sounds, we can't," he chuckled, leaning over to her. He kissed her forehead again. "Let's go." He dragged the blankets off her.

"Uhg, I'm going," she grumbled, finally sitting up. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. "Do we have coffee?" She yawned.

"Not that I know of," Tony laughed. He walked over to the boxes and started digging. After a minute he pulled out some clothes and a bag. "I'm going to take a quick shower," he said walking out of the room. Camille waited for him to get out of sight before laying back down. Amy came in a few minutes later holding a Starbucks cup.

"Up, now," she demanded. Camille groaned again, pulling the blankets over her head. "We have stuff to do, places to be and people to meet." She dragged the blankets off her.

"But I want to sleep," Camille replied groggily. She sat up and looked at Amy. She had thrown on a black shirt, a worn-out pair of jeans and some converse. She set her cup down and start rummaging through a suitcase.

"Here," she said, throwing clothes toward her. She picked them up. A pair of nice jeans, a band shirt, and a pair of Toms. "C'mon, let's get going," she demanded again.

"Aye aye captain," she said giving her a salute. Amy rolled her eyes and grabbed her cup.

"We need to leave in an hour," she said, walking out of the room. Camille stood up and started to get dressed. She dug through her suitcase trying to find her make up bag and mirror. She sat on the floor applying her makeup.

"Oh, you're up," Tony said startling her. "I thought you'd still be in bed," he mumbled. She glanced over at him and smiled. He had thrown on a tshirt that made his biceps stand out, and a pair of jeans. You look hot, she thought.

"You look nice," she said instead. He blushed slightly.

"You look amazing," he complimented her. "So amazing, you dont even need that makeup," he mumbled. She rolled her eyes, causing him to laugh. He grabbed hair gel out of a box and started running his hands through his hair, making it stick up.