Who Would Have Known?

~CHAPTER 8~

Y/N's P.O.V:
"Love?" Somebody whispers shaking me gently.

I groan. "Just a few more minutes! Please."

I hear them chuckle.

Wait. Them?

"Told you she loves her sleep!" It was Dylan. Ugh why is he here.

I lazily roll over, my eyes still closed. "What time is it?" I rub my eyes.

There's a short pause. I'm guessing one of them were checking the time.

"Uhh...its um 5 o'clock." I shoot up from my daze.

"WHAT?! CRAP!" My eyes were now wider than the grins I was receiving from the boys.

Thomas, Dylan and...

Tyler?

He must have just finished work or something cause he's dressed in casual clothes.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asks, still grinning.

I scan the room. It was a mess. There was food everywhere, probably because I kicked it off while I was sleeping.

"Uhh...what the hell happened in here?"

Dylan snickers. *oh no what now!*

Dylan always takes things the opposite way, flips it a few times, then shakes it around until your left with an absolute piece of crap!

"I don't know, but it looks like you both had fun!" He winks and makes stupid noises.

"Yeah it was fun huh Tommy?" Tommy looks at me half shocked, half confused. I wink at him and he gets the notion.

"It sure was." He plays along. He smirks at Dylan and gives him a thumbs up.

Dylan's face went to 'stupid obnoxious grin', to absolutely mortified.

Tyler's expression was much like Dylan's. But he was still on the verge of believing what he just heard, or just walking out the door.

Thomas and I shared glances and cracked up laughing. I swear we were crying.

"Your faces! Damn I needed my camera just then." I cry pointing at the two stunned boys.

Tyler snaps out of his daze and speaks. "Uhh Y/N?"

"Yes?" I try to calm down. I breath slower and start cooling. Thomas doing the same.

"Are you still coming? Since I'm here I can take you?"

Thomas seems slightly annoyed. But why?

"Um...how about you come with us?" Dylan and Thomas stare at me as if I just said I was going to run them over. What is it with boys?

It falls silent. An awkward silence.

I break the ice. "That's if you both want to come to the party too? I have to go home and change though. Then I have to pick Y/F/N up."

"I'm in!" Dylan screams. He so likes Y/F/N. It's actually kinda cute.

"Sure! I'll just have a quick shower, I think I was laying on some crisps or something." Thomas gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. He doesn't go to the one in his room though, most probably because he doesn't want us to see him...naked. Like most people don't.

I slightly cringe at the though, but at the same time, I guess I don't mind. *I internally beat myself up*

What the hell Y/N! He's your friend. Yeah he's handsome and sweet and dreamy etc. he's still your friend! Even though I wished that would change into something more.