Study Buddy: A Chris & Miya Story

Chapter 23

Miya.

  The sun shone into my room. I slowly removed Chris' arm from around me. I sat up straight and looked at him. He was fast asleep. How cute is he...
I can't believe I let a boy sleepover. I can't believe he didn't try anything either. Like... This was Chris. My onesie was still on, zipped up and all. Okay... Round of applause for you boy.

   I ran my hand down Chris' intensely perfect jawline.  I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and pressed the home button. Swiping the camera up, I angled it so could take a picture of Chris. I smiled taking numerous pictures... Without opening his eyes, he snatched my phone away from me, laughing under his breath. I reached for my phone and locked it. He tucked it away somewhere in the blankets, but I wasn't worried about my phone at this moment.

"Oh, so this wasn't a dream..." His voice right now was love. I folded my legs under my bottom. He cracked his eyes open.

"A dream?" I snorted, covering my mouth as I giggled.

"Well yeah." He sat up, the blankets ran down, exposing his chest. "I thought I was going to die trying... Trying to be with you." He threw the blankets off and stood up to stretch. His perfect body shone, the sun was giving him the best lighting.

"Be with me? But we're not going out." I stated. He cocked his eyebrow and gave a laugh. "You never asked again..." I shrugged, laying my head back on my pillow.

"Are you going to say yes this time?" He rubbed the back of his neck. I shrugged once again. I was going to say yes, but I just wanted to keep him on the edge of his seat. I didn't want him to think he had it so easy.

"Okay. So we're back where we started." He spat. "So I guess I should be going home-"

"No! Uh... I mean no." I sighed. "Can you stay longer?"

Chris licked his lips as he analyzed me. He shook his head and sighed. "Alright, but I have to go get some stuff. Like my toothbrush and all that. So I'll be back in twenty minutes or so." He walked to the corner and grabbed his plastic bag. I pouted, I wanted him to stay, not leaving me for a second.

He put on his shirt, not changing his sweatpants. I sat up, crossing my legs as I watched his every move.

"Fix your face." He said with a smile, walking over to me.

"Don't leave me..." I whined.

He laughed for a moment."Miy-"

"Twenty minutes is a long time!" I cried out.

"Aww, you're such a big baby." He cooed. "Come here." He held his arms out for a hug.
I dragged myself over to him, laying my head on his chest as I held onto him tightly. He felt so warm and smelled so good.

      "Twenty minutes?" I asked, standing by the door. I watched Chris as he put on his shoes. Once he finished lacing them, he stood up straight.

"Maybe even less than that." He assured. I folded my arms across my chest. He twisted the door knob.

"But it's cold, I can check if..."

Chris looked at me and smirked. "I'll make it quick." He said with hostility. "Besides, I want to kiss you and that's not going to work with morning breath." He puckered his lips, giving the air satisfaction and not me.

We said our goodbyes as he ran to his car. I closed the door after, giving me a taste of the cold February weather. I made my way upstairs to my bathroom.

  

   Twenty-five whole minutes had passed; no longer wearing a onesie, but instead black sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. I sat in the living room, with a bowl of cereal in my hand, and the remote in the other. Where is he? I sighed, letting the remote drop as I scooped up some cereal and munched on it.