The Wrong Dorm

The morning 😴

*Daisy POV*

The morning light pierces through my curtains, bright yet peaceful. The tv is still on and the movie has been paused on the scene where Carl is giving Russel his Wildness Explorer badge. I love that scene. 

Peering over to my right, I am shocked to see James there, fast asleep. He looks so calm, so vulnerable.

A funny idea pops into my head, and a smile tugs on my lips at the scheme. I sit up quietly, careful not to wake James, and tip-toe over to my vanity, grabbing an eyeliner pen from my makeup stand. 

I kneel beside his side of the bed, my smile growing wider as I lean in, bringing to eyeliner closer to his peaceful face. He mumbles something incoherent in his sleep, and I jump back, when he doesn't wake, I continue sketching my masterpiece. 

A mustache, some whiskers for good measure. 

When I am finished with my artwork, I laugh out loud causing him to stir, popping up and walking around to the other side of the room before he can wake up fully.

I step into the bathroom, and peer at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess on my head, and a small puddle of drool has solidified on the side of my mouth. I'm not going to win any beauty contests anytime soon that's for sure. I start the shower and the sound of water fills the room, and calms me as I stand under the jets. 

When I finish, I wrap myself in a white towel, and step out of the shower. Expecting him to still be asleep, James standing in the middle of my room shirtless is a (pleasant) surprise. I try not lower my gaze, but the temptation gives in, and I drop my eyes to his abs. Damn. No wonder 90% of the girls in school have hooked up with him. 

He stands there, blinking several times, his eyes going up and down my body (which was still wrapped in a towel, but left my legs and collarbone upwards exposed). 

The sight of him, sporting a mustache and whispers makes me laugh, nearly makes me drop my towel as my body is shaking from laughter. 

I attempt to stifle it, and keep my operation on the down low, and acting casual, walk over to my dress to grab some clothes. He does the same, and moves over to the bed, pulling his hoodie he had on last night back over his head. 

"You're still here." I say, feigning surprise as I rummage through the drawer. 

He chuckles softly, "Yeh, I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye." 

His gaze goes to my collarbone, and I realize, in only a towel, her name is visible. 

"I didn't know you had a tattoo." He continues peering at Becca's name in ink, etched onto my skin, as though I were a drawing. 

"Yeh, I, um...I don't want to talk about it if that's ok." I stammer, my heart racing waiting for his response. 

"Of course. I didn't mean to pry." He gives me one of his smiles, that I sometimes try to imagine, he only gives me. 

I offer him a weak smile, and hug the towel around me tighter, feeling exposed in more ways than one. 

*James POV*

She hugs the towel around her tighter, and noticing the shift in her demeanor, I say without thinking, "You're beautiful you know that Dais? Your the most breathtaking girl I've ever seen."

A blush spreads across her cheeks and a shy smile plays on her lips. "Thank you," She whispers, obviously trying to compose herself, but the blush was impossible to hide, especially with the contrast of her red cheeks with that white towel she is still holding up against her body. 

"James," She whispers again, "Could you turn around so I could get changed really quickly, I promise I'll be quick." 

"Yeh of course, sorry." I immediately spin around, even though everything in my body is begging me to spin around and look at her. 

A few seconds later, I hear her footprints on the floor getting closer to me, and turn around to see she is standing in a pair of grey shorts, with a tight grey top on. My eyes widen, taking in her slender figure. Perfect. 

She smiles up at me, her eyes bright with something unspoken, but then suddenly wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. 

It catches me completely off guard, but I don't mind. Not one bit. 

"Thank you, James." She murmurs faintly, her words muffled by my hoodie. I can feel the warmth of her breaths as she exhales and inhales slowly, her chest rising and falling below me. 

"I meant it, you really are gorgeous." I ask softly, my voice barely breaking the quiet between us.

"I didn't mean just for that. I meant, for everything. For staying with me yesterday, for sitting through that stupid movie. It probably didn't seem like a big deal to you, but... it meant the world to me. And I know we haven't known each other long, but... I just wanted to say that I appreciate you. A lot."

Wow.

She glances up, her crystal-clear eyes shimmering with an innocent sincerity that tugs at something deep inside me. I try to lighten the moment, offering her a small smile, but she still seems... hesitant. Nervous, almost.

Did I do something wrong?

"Hey, Dais... are you okay—?"

Before I can finish, she cuts me off with the softest kiss on my cheek. It's quick, fleeting—yet it lingers. Then, just like that, she giggles, her laughter bubbling up like she's just done something mischievous, and takes off running.

"Oh, you think you can do that, and then run away?" I call after her, a deep, genuine laugh escaping me for the first time in what feels like forever. It feels good—being with her feels good.

"Get back here!" I shout, chasing after her, feeling lighter than I have in a long time. 

Especially with her.

Can you guys do me a favor and try and find a picture (off like Pinterest or smth) of a girl drawing on a guy's face while he sleeps, ik it's a weird request but I cannot find one!