Living (sequel to Finding)

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Lucy's P.O.V
"So i already laid out a matress in my room but if you don't sleep well you can take my bed and i'll just sleep on the matress." Scott said to me. He had been a real gentlemen the last few hours. We just finished watching this horrible movie that i didn't understand. In my opinion, it was just a creepy guy making creepy sculptures and then hiding it in creepy places. "Thanks." I answeres Scott while walking up to his room. Scott followed me and lay on his bed. I went into the bathroom to change. After five minutes i walked back in with my pyjamas on. I felt like someone was watching me so i turned around. "Why are you staring at me?" I asked Scott. He looked up from the creepy staring and watched me. "I wasn't staring. I was just looking at you." he answered me. I nodded in disbelief. Maybe he was staring at me because of my pyjamas. I was wearing a black lace flowing dress. It felt comfortable so i just put it on. "Well, i'm going to sleep now because i am exhausted. I was about to crawl under my sheets when i heard Scott's heart beats. "Why is your heart beating so fast?" I asked Scott suspiciously. If i didn't know better, i'd think he was turned on. "What? No my heart isn't beating that fast." Scott said in defense. Of course i believed him now. I thought sarcastically. Bullshit. I didn't believe any word of it. I decided to crawl into my sheets and just forget about it. This matress was hard as fuck. No way in hell i was ever going to be able to fall asleep on this thing. "This matress is terrible." I said to Scott. He sat up and got out of his bed. "Then you can sleep here." he said to me. I got up and lay down on his enormous bed. Scott was just about to lay down on the horrible matress. "You don't have to sleep there. You can sleep here." I said patting on the other side of the bed. Scott stood up with big eyes. "Really?" he asked me. I wasn't going to let the poor boy break his back on that matress. "Yeah. This bed is really big anyways." I said. He walked over to the other side of the bed and lay down. After a few minutes we both were already sound asleep. But my dreams never came. I never had any dreams. Never in my whole life. It was hard to not dream but i guess that's part of being a werewolf...