Jealousy is an Ugly Trait (Completed)

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

I'm running outside of the room, the ghosts are going to get me. Start on some 'Supernatural' shit, line salt next to the doors and windows so the bastards can't get me. I hide under the table and try to stop breathing heavily.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The noise is coming from the window. I slowly get up from under the table and move towards the window with the salt shaker in my hand.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I look through the window; there wasn't anyone/anything there. Duhh. Ghosts. All of a sudden the door flings open and the ghost comes in. AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!

I wake up instantly breathing heavily. Shit!

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The fuck is that coming from? Am I still dreaming? OH HELL NO! I slowly get out of the bed, making the least amount of sound possible. I walk to my window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I get to the window and pull the curtain a little bit, it was still raining.

Tap. Tap.

Two stones to my window. I slowly start to pull it open. Tap. One to the wet window. The other to my forehead.

"OUCH!" I shout rubbing my forehead.

"SORRY!" A voice shouts back.

I look down through the heavy rain to see Alex.

"DOOR!" He shouts.

I quickly run down the stairs, grabbing my keys on the way, I unlock the door and pull it open. Alex wasn't there. I grab an umbrella and slip into some shoes - Ryan's hi-tops. I walk outside of the house, please have in mind that I am wearing a loose baggy t-shirt that comes to mid thigh, I have no pants on and it is raining. I walk over to the side of the house, where my room is, below my window is Alex leaned against the wall. I quickly walk over to him; I grab him and get him under the umbrella.

"Come on Alex. It's freezing!" I say.

"Awwh. Baby. Wanna cuddle?" He replies in a tipsy tone whilst stumbling next to me to the front door.

I walk inside after him; I lock the door and take off Ryan's shoes. I quickly put the umbrella into the kitchen. When I get back to Alex, I see him slouching on the floor. I pull him up.

"Ouch." Alex whispers in my ear.

I attempt to walk him up the stairs, he kept tripping up. But in the end we managed it up. I walk into his room with his arm over my shoulder, me holding up his weight. Damn, this guy was heavy. I make him stand in front of his bed so if he falls, it wont hurt. I pull his wet shirt off from his wet body and put it onto the floor. I start pulling down his wet shorts, but Alex talks.

"Oh ho! Aren't you excited?!" Alex says.

"Sure. Sure." I reply quietly whilst pulling his shorts down. When I get to his knees he flops down onto the bed. I yank off his shoes followed by his shorts. I quickly grab his towel which was on the bed and dry his hair. He was a beauty. His hair, a damp mess, eyes that kept fluttering and perfect shaped lips. He had perfectly defined muscles on his body, broad shoulders and a tight six pack. Waist down, he was wearing a pair of black 'Calvin Klein' boxers, which was tight on his bulge. Hmmmm... Alex grunts bringing me out of my day dream.

"Come on Alex, you need to sleep." I say pulling him upright on his bed, with his head on his pillow.

"Do I have to?" Alex asks with tired eyes.

"Cause I don't wanna!" He whines.

"Yes sweetie." I say in a calming tone whilst pulling his duvet over his body.

"Your legs are nice." He says whilst trying to touch them. I step backwards so he can't touch me. He pauses.

"Brooke?" Alex says. I look at him in a confused expression.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"I think you're right... It isn't that normal... I'm just a friend..." He says.

"Uh huh. What are you on about?" I ask.

"You know... I think I... I like her. I think I like her... a lot. She's so pretty and a really nice person." He says quietly starting to fall asleep.

Who is he on about?

"Who?" I ask.

"Shhh." He says pushing his index finger to his pouted lips in a form to make me go quiet. "She'll hear." He whispers.

"Who'll hear?" I ask impatiently.

"Mi...La." He whispers before he falls asleep.

Mi...La? Mila? MILA! MILAAAA! IT'S ME! I do a little victory dance on the way back to my room.

I slide into my warmish bed, I check my phone, and it was 2:30am. I yawn and fall asleep. I feel someone pushing my shoulder; I didn't want to open my eyes, so I just listened to what they were saying.

"Mila? Where's the Paracetamol?" The person asks.

"Bedside table drawer." I mumble as I point to the one on my left, I was lying on the bed with my stomach down.

I hear the thunder roar and the person shout, "SHIT!”

I feel the bed go down on the left side, so I turn on my left side, so I was facing the windows, with my right side right under the duvet. I fall back into my peaceful sleep.

This pillow is pretty hard, lemme move around a little, see if it's softer somewhere else. Nope. I could pull the pillow up to see if it's softer further down. With my eyes still closed and oblivious to my surroundings, I put my hand lazily on the hard pillow and slightly push down. Hard. Still hard. Hard. Oooo some material, I put my hand further down to grab the end. Got it! I yank it up. I hear a yelp. Weird. I feel the pillow a little bit then I hear a wince. Ah, never mind. I pull my head back to my pillow and fall back to asleep.

What's tickling my nose? With my eyes still closed, I scrunch it up then try to move backwards, away from the thing that's tickling my nose. This bed is warmer than usual. Weird. I feel a heavy weight around my waist and on my chest. All of a sudden I get pulled towards the heat. I move my arm from under the duvet to the heat, it was a body. SOMEONE WAS SLEEPING IN MY BED!

I slowly open my eyes and look down at what had been tickling my nose. Hair. Brown. Messy hair to be precise. The person's head was on my chest, they had their arms wrapped around me and their legs were tangled in mine. My top had ridden up from mid thigh to just above my stomach and their arm was slung over my stomach, skin to skin. I try to move backwards out of the person's hold, but they groan then pull me even closer than before, their head was practically in my chest. I move my top half slightly back, but they come closer and rest their head on my chest again. I grab the hair on the back of their head and softly tug on it to see who the mystery person was.

Alex.

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