Unexplained

Waking up

BEN'S P.O.V

I wake up, feeling great. And I'll tell you this, that has been the best good night's sleep I've had in years  if ya know what I mean. (Someone tell me, because  I don't.)

I felt a sort of weight on my chest. I look down at the sleeping beauty right before my eyes. Okay, I know I'm annoying about saying this all the time, but damn, I am a lucky son of a gun.

"Good morning beautiful." I said in a low husky tone. She stirs in her sleep a little. Then opens those beautiful eyes.

"Mmmmm, your heart beat slowed down when you said that." She presses her ear against my bare chest.

Which reminds me, where the fuck is my shirt?

"Well then that means it's true." I chuckle at her.

She smiles softly. "Then, do you love me?"

What kind of question is that? Better be rhetorical. Because of course.

"Of course I love you. In fact, would you believe me that I've never been in love before I met you?" I hug her close. (*cough cough* bullshit *cough*)

She blushes and smiles at me. I could feel my face heat up.
Then, she presses her lips against mine. The soft texture and the sweet taste. I'm addicted already.

I didn't want to pull away from our, french kiss/ make out. But Julian did. She pulled back, then pecks me on the lips on more time.

We both get off the couch, cleaning up our movie night mess. Then I noticed another pair of shoes near the door. They looked like combat boots.

Who owned them? Are her parents here?! HER BROTHER?!

I stopped Julian from walking past me. 

JULIANS P.O.V.

Ben stopped me before  I could take another step. "What is it?"

He didn't answer. He only stared ahead. I followed his gaze. Then spotted a pair of boots.

"Are those yours?" I ask him, whispering so lightly. He provably couldn't hear me.

He only shook his head no. Oh he did hear me.

He takes a step forward. His hands have a firm grip on my hand. I feel kind of giddy. Because some guys I've went out with before don't hold my hand when they protect me.

They don't even protect me, period.

"Identify yourself or else!" He shouted in an authoritative voice. Not a stutter or squeak in tone.

He got into his fighting stance.

"Or else what you fucking wanker?!?!" A familiar voice shouted back. Much more threatening than Ben's.

He instantly froze, and turned pale. He knew who it was. And so did I.

Ben just turned around and walked away, towards the kitchen, sweating. I rolled my eyes and simply walked forward to greet Brandi.