Lucky's (Mis)Fortune (MXMXMXM)

Lucky's (Mis)Fortune: CHAPTER NINETEEN

The first thing I sense when I wake up is warmth inside my hand. I keep my eyes closed, remembering who it was, wanting to soak in the feeling for as long as possible. It felt nice and like nothing I had felt before.

I opened my eyes slowly, wondering if Eliott was still awake. I blink twice to focus my eyes and see him sitting, his head hanging down and his back against the headboard.

I was instantly confused since his face was facing me before I fell asleep, his hand on mine. So... he took my hand after changing his position.

For a second, I watch him. He looked so at peace, in a very pleasant way that made me not want to wake him up. A surge of gratitude filled me, mixed with something warmer. The safety I'd felt with Eliott's presence was unlike anything I'd experienced in a long time—perhaps ever. It's disconcerting, but also strangely reassuring.

I carefully disentangle my hand from his, trying my best not to wake him out. I get out of bed as quietly as possible and first make my way to the bathroom. I use the restroom, wash my hand, and splash my face with water just like I do every morning. The reflection staring back at me is pale, eyes shadowed by fatigue.

When I walk out of the restroom, I glance at the clock which showed the time was 8:13 AM and I could hear rustling coming from the kitchen. I pause by the doorway for a while, debating whether to wake Eliott up or let him rest. Eventually, I decide to step out of the room, letting him rest as much as he needed. Who knew how long he had stayed awake beside me before his exhaustion had taken over and he couldn't even walk back to his room. 

I move quietly until I reach the kitchen, surprise overcoming me when I see no one inside. Usually, by now, there are people working on breakfast but perhaps Mr. Sawyer hasn't woken up or something similar.

Deciding that I needed a cup of coffee, I move over to the pot (which was full, evidence that someone had already been here) and take out a mug to pour the liquid in. I add some cream and some sugar and then sit on the chairs by the island that were usually left unused. I place my hand on my chin, still feeling tired but hoping that by the time it was time to go to today's lecture I would feel better. 

"Good morning." 

The mumbled phrase makes me look up. Aiden is standing by the doorway into the kitchen, yawning with grogginess on his face. His hair was messy like the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was come down here. "Have you seen Eliott?" He asks, looking at me with half-opened eyes.

My heart stops for a second. What would he say if I told him that he was asleep in my bedroom? 

"I. Um, he," I stutter.

He seems to wake up at my stuttering. "Is something wrong, Jordan?" He walks over to where I am sitting and stands in front of me. 

"H- He's in my room." I pause, hoping to see a reaction but he just seems confused, not completely negative. "He came last night..." I say quietly, ashamed. 

Why did I let him stay? I know that there were no bad intentions and nothing bad happened but it still felt... well, wrong. It's weird that his boyfriend is sleeping on my bed when he's supposed to be here, beside him.

"Oh." Aiden shrugs, still looking tired, heading over to pour himself a cup of coffee. 

He didn't seem disturbed or angry by the fact. If anything, he was simply confused by the revelation.

"Should we go get him?" He asks with a smile, looking up at me after getting his coffee was ready.

"Aren't you like weirded out or mad or something?"

He shrugs. Again. Like he doesn't care at all! "I mean, no, not really. I don't see anything wrong with it although, what I find weirder is that you let him stay alone inside your room."

That's when realization dawns upon me:

They still think that I am straight! That makes perfect sense. They can't see me as a threat which I mean, I'm not. Or they are just incredibly secure about their relationship, both of those possibilities being incredibly possible.

I let out a little laugh as we walk to me room, Aiden guiding us there. I felt much, much lighter after becoming aware of what they felt towards me. 

"Aww, he's sleeping," he whispers after opening the door. 

I chuckle, stepping in after him.

We both put our mugs down on the bedside table. I sit down at my desk chair while Aiden goes to Eliott's side. He looks at him fondly for a long time, a wide smile on his face. Then, after a few seconds, he caresses his face gently, his other hand placed on the bed of Eliott's other side. 

Aiden whispers something, I see his mouth moving but I can't read what he is saying.

Eventually, Eliott slowly opens his eyes, a small gasp leaving his mouth, his gaze darting around the room in alert. When he catches his boyfriend's face in front of him, he smiles softly and reaches to kiss him softly, my heart warming up at the sight.

They looked so happy, so in love that it made my heart hurt in the slightest.

I decide to distract myself and what better way than to do something that I like. I turn my chair over to the desk and grab my sketchbook and pencil.

I think for a second. Then, without much consciousness, my pencil is moving and I am sketching them. I don't find it weird although I should. It felt like I could already remember all of their details to them after such amount of time. Now that creeped me out. 

I was barely making Mr. Sawyer's eyes when I felt a presence next to me, looking over my shoulder. I look over and jump back, Aiden's face being way too close. 

"Jesus," I nearly scream. 

"You're so talented!" He exclaims, his eyes bright, looking down at my drawing.

I close my sketchbook. "I had barely made head shapes. How can you say that is talent?"

"Because of the way that you focus. Only a real artist has that type of concentration." In a way, his explanation made sense. In another, it didn't.

"I'm not a real artist." I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks flush at the compliments.

"I have a feeling that you are. Can I see your sketches?" He was a little cautious asking it.

"I... Maybe another day," I respond after thinking it over a few seconds.

He smiles instead of looking offended, his expression saying, 'That's okay.'

I look behind him and realize that Eliott had left. When? I hadn't heard his retreating footsteps. 

"When did Eliott leave?"

"Oh, right before you were startled by my presence. We watched your for a minute before he said that he was gonna go take a shower... He said that last night he heard something down here and he decided to stay just in case. Did you hear anything? Did you feel not safe?"

He hadn't told him what had really happened. I felt grateful. The last thing I wanted was to explain my fears.

"I was completely fine, he should've gone back to your room."

"Better be safe than sorry," he says. "Hey, do you have a class today?"

I nod, confused. 

"Can I drive you today?"

"Well... I am fine with that, unless Leo fights you on it." I laugh and he does as well, knowing that nothing would make him happier than being relieved of the duty of driving me back and forth from school.

"Does ten sound good?"

"Perfect." I smile up at him.

He clears his throat. "We should have breakfast first. And change out of our pajamas."

"Yep, that would be ideal," I laugh. 

"Come have breakfast with us."

I think for a second, dwelling. "Sure."

He shows surprise for a second before pulling me to my feet, looking excited.

I let him drag me with incredible strength. I didn't mind. His excitement wasn't exactly unbearable.