When I woke up, my point of view wasn't the same one I saw every morning. Usually I would wake up facing Ours bed but this time I was facing something dark. I came to the conclusion that I was facing the side of my bed that had my small gum ball machine but, I didn't see it. I moved a little bit and realized that someone was holding me. I don't remember I thing that happened last night, was I even in my room? I turned my head a bit to see who the person was, it was either Jake or Jason but even if it was Jake, he never held me like this. I looked up and confirmed my predictions, it was Jason.
I looked back down to come face to face with his chest. He was wearing a, somewhat, dirty black shirt. I quietly grabbed onto him with my right hand for no real reason, I just wanted to. I kept trying to remember what happened last night. I do know I didn't go drinking or anything with Jason, I think I just stayed home last night. I kept looking around at his shirt and then finally noticed a faded red stain on the side of his shirt, and that's when I remembered. Jason had come threw my window last night asking for help after a fight that he said won, but still got a scar to remember it by. I remember thinking what a lucky asshole he is since every time he got hurt it never cut into any major organs or arteries. He gets into a lot of stupid trouble, but in his case, he can get a lot worse than what has come to him.
I also remember how last night he got a cut on his right cheek. I'm pretty sure I put a bandaid on that cut. I looked up to see if I was correct but was instead met with Jason's big brown eyes. He looked like he was examining my face silently. Although when he did look down I could confirm that he did cut his cheek and I did put a bandaid on it.
"You know you talk in your sleep?" Wow great way to start of the day. I made a face and looked back down, rubbing my face into his chest, trying not to look at him. He just sorta chuckled for a moment and held onto me a little tighter. When I tried to move my legs I finally noticed that my legs were tangled with his and that there was no way I was moving from here.
"You know, I'm kinda glad you asked me to stay over." I paused and thought for a moment. He's right, last night I asked him to stay over night. Wow now that I think about it I feel kinda childish.
"I may have lied about saying I needed to go do something." The small conversation we had last night was coming to me, very hazy but it was coming. As I started to remember last night I could feel him drawing small circles on my back. If we were both close together and neither of us were talking he would do that a lot. I didn't mind it, it actually kinda gets me relaxed and now that I think about it, he does it a lot whenever I feel embarrassed or frustrated. He learns quick.
"I feel like such a little kid." I silently told him. My face was still buried into his chest so I doubt he heard me.
"You know baby girl, I don't have bat ears. You're gonna have to either speak louder or get your face away from me." He stopped drawing circles and moved his arm to my shoulder where he pulled me away from him. After that he moved his hand back to where it was and continued with the circles.
"I said, I feel like such a little kid." I looked up at him with a sorta pouty face.
"Well you are a little kid to me." He then again moved his hand from where it was and pulled back a strand of hair that was on my face to the back of my ear to then put his hand back where it was.
"Isn't that illegal in a way?" He was 17 by this time, in a few months he would be 18 while I was still my small 15, almost 16, self.
He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow in my direction. "And now you're the one thinking negative here."
"Not so much negative but the truth." I gave him a cocky grin that made him close his eyes and shake his head.
"Oh so Ms.Im Underage, would you like me to leave? Because I will happily go if that's were you're going." And there he shot me down. I sometimes liked to face reality but he would always turn me down. I guess while I think about it he decides to avoid it.
I silently dug my face into his chest again and shook my head no. He was always happy to ruin my moments. He hugged me tighter than ever, gaining a little noise from me by how tight it was.
"Hey there's a thing called breathing that I like, and you're not allowing me that." After my little protest he stopped and continued with his circles.
By this time I don't think neither us of knew how to continue the conversation. I grabbed onto his shirt once more and started tugging at it. For some reason this entertained me. Then I remembered the stab wound that was on him and stopped. I didn't know if it was bothering him or not and I didn't want to run the risk. So instead of tugging on his shirt, I started to copy him and draw circles on him.
As I drew circles on him I remembered what he said earlier about how I talk in my sleep, I've heard that before by some people but they always say they never remembered what I would say.
"Hey Jason," I stopped and looked up at him so that he then would look down at me. "You said I talk in my sleep... What did I say?"
He paused for a moment and started looking around then back at me.
"I don't think it was anything based on your dream. You were saying names, mostly mine." I kinda felt embarrassed. A little kid like me repeating her boyfriends name in her sleep? That wasn't creepy at all. I looked away from him and he looked past me at the floor I guess.
He gave a small chuckle. "It was kinda cute to be honest." A small grin started appearing on his face as I looked back at him. As he was reliving the moments when I would talk in my sleep I felt myself getting a little redder for no reason. I kinda found it stupid about how attached I was to him that I would practically say his name when I sleep. He left his Lala Land and looked down at him, slowly going red. He for the last time moved his hand over to my cheek and silently started rubbing it. Why did he always do that when I'm going red? It somewhat annoyed me but I didn't want to protest.
"Why do you always get so embarrassed at everything?" This was a genuine question even I wanted answered.
"I don't know... Everything I do that involves you somehow seems to be stupid to me. I'm so fucking attached to you ugh." I hit my head into his chest again and sighed. I'm so stupid.
"Not my fault you fell so hard for me baby girl." There he goes with the falling for him. He always teased me with that and I hated it because that day that I told him was the most embarrassing one yet. I'd rather die then relive it.
I didn't even talk. I just somehow crossed my arms and hovered myself away from him as best as I could. Whenever he brought it up I just wanted to slap him and threw him out a window, in this case my window and leave him out there. We both knew it annoyed me get he still always brought it up to win the fight, even if he already won.
"I need to go do things today." I leaned up and tried to leave his grasp but he just pulled me back down and said, "No no no, hold on." I still didn't look at him. I didn't want to.
"It's not funny or entertaining to bring that up, so you know Jason." I felt myself going red again. Ugh, I hated him.
"It is entertaining. It's fun to see you mad." He said as he kept trying to make me look at him.
"Well while it's entertaining for you, I. Don't. Like. It." I finally looked up at him more pissed than embarrassed. He just gave me a little smirk and placed his hand in my neck.
"Well there's where we have a problem baby girl. While I find it entertaining it pisses you off, and the more pissed off you get," He grabbed onto my chin with his other hand and somehow brought me closer to him then continued, "the more fun it is for me, you see?"
I can never win with him, anything I do is just entertaining for him. He sees it as a game to piss me off. I couldn't do anything about it either and it pissed me off, making him even happier. How do I even respond to this? There was nothing I could do. I guess this was his asshole way of making me heartless and not care what people told me. It was a fucked up way of doing things but it was working somehow.
"I hate you." I closed my eyes and just practically accepted it.
"That's not what you said a couple months ago if I can recall."
All I could do was sigh at his remark. I was trying to not get mad anymore but I think I satisfied him enough this morning. He laughed to himself as I kept my eyes closed and soon after I could feel a kiss on the top of my head for a couple seconds. He just kept his lips there as I feel asleep for another hour or so. He was surprisingly still there when I woke up for the last time.
