Ready

Nine~*

I wake up to the buzz of my mobile.I open it up.

FROM: Unknown : Films ready. + food.Meet in my room. Attic. Darren.

Oh god, full sentences would be nice. I save the number as Darren, and start walking out, when my phone buzzes again. I groan, pulling it out of my pocket.

FROM: Darren : Pyjama party;) Darren

I groan again, heading back into my room. I go to my drawers, and pull out various different pyjamas. I need something that isn't too revealing. I settle for my plaid pyjama bottoms that are too long. I tighten them at the waist. I then pull on a vest top, and follow that with a hoodie.

I walk up to the attic, and knock on the door. I hear a muffled 'come in' from the other side. I open the door, and I'm in Darren's room. There are band posters from bands I don't even know. He's got white carpet. Or is it cream? There are bean bags on the floor, and a huge double bed between two windows. His bedding is nice, blue and white. He's got loads of pillows and --

"You can sit on the bed, if you like." Darren laughs. I feel heat rush to my face when I realize I have in fact, been looking at the bed for quite some time. I chose to ignore him, and sit on a been bag instead. I hear Darren laughing, as he puts a DVD in the player, and hands me a bowl of popcorn.

"What time is it?" I ask Darren.

Darren picks up his phone, and looks at it as he walks across the room. "About half past seven." He says, flicking off the lights. The only light in the room is from the tv. Darren picks up a red bean bag, and places it right next to mine. He shuffles around for a bit, before sighing and standing up, with the bean bag. "Move over here." He orders me, moving over to his bed, and throwing the bean bag down on the floor and the end of the bed. He slumps down on it, leaning against the end of the bed.

I pick up my bean bag, and put it a good few feet away from Darren. He groans, picking it up, and putting it right next to his. I cautiously sit on it. He chuckles. "What are you so afraid of?" He asks.

"Nothing." I say, putting a load of popcorn in my face. He laughs again, oh my god his laugh though, and presses play. I lean back a little bit.

We're about an hour into the film now, and all I know is some slut Megan is married to some Brian guy, and she's having it on with some other guy whose about half her age.

Darren puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I freeze a little bit. "It's okay." He whispers. I relax, but only slightly. This is Darren Waters. He is next to me. With his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, Lilly-Mae. I'm not going to hurt you." He assures me. He pulls me closer, so I'm right next to him, my left side touching his right. He takes my left hand, and pulls it around the back of him, making us even closer.

My heads on his shoulder. It's quite relaxing actually. I shiver, not from the cold. "Are you cold?" He asks quietly. I shake my head, no. "Lilly-Mae?" I look up, into his bright blue eyes. I think he's about to say something else, when my phone buzzes.

I leap up, grabbing my phone. That was getting too intense. I open up my messages.

FROM: JOHNNY: I'm so sorry, have you heard about your Mum and Dad? I'm so so sorry. Johnny.

Your Mum and Dad. They're not just mine. They're his, too.

TO: JOHNNY: Yeah, I heard. I'm sorry, too.Lilly-Mae x

I put my phone on the drawers, and take a deep breath. I then remember that Darren's in the room, so I'd better not start crying in here. I see him, with the help of the tv light, looking at me. I give him a small smile, and sit back on my bean bag. He pulls me close again. "You okay?" He asks into my hair. I nod, not quite trusting my voice.