Preferably In Bed Sheets

23/03

I woke up in the arms of Jessie. This is something I've wanted for so long, and now that I have it, I never want to let it go. I stared at the roof just listening to Jessie's faint breath. It abruptly stopped to my disappointment, while Jessie extended his arms in a stretch. He looked at me. I looked at him.

I turned on my side to face him. Hands intertwined and leg upon legs. I wasn't sure how far I could push these boundaries with Jessie, but I needed to see how far he'd let me take it. I nuzzled into his chest and stayed there. He let me stay there.

We lay in the plain silence, our bodies so close they were almost one. I felt myself fall into a peaceful slumber when my mother's voice pulled me up. Her shouts for Sian to wake up echoed through the flat and resulted in it practically shaking. I heard her go into the bathroom, probably brushing her teeth and then returning to shout at Sian to wake up again.

"Do you want to chill in my room? Chad stayed at Ashley's last night so I can make you pancakes or waffles. Whatever you want."

"That'd be nice."

I followed Jessie out through the window to his. It was such a strange sensation doing this again. Being with him in his room, just like the second day we ever met. The unnatural connection ever since then which has never left. The connection that drags us under the water even though we're wearing life jackets.

"What do you want me to make?" he asked, swapping his shirt in front of me like it was nothing, little did he know, I was struggling to breathe.

"I... um, I'm not hungry."

"You sure Delilah Moon? I'm pretty sure we have Nutella somewhere."

I shook my head. Jessie knew if Nutella couldn't tempt me, then nothing could. He pulled my arms out from the fold they were in and wrapped them around his waist. The feeling of his chin resting on my head was the best deja vu. It was almost too much.

My cheeks were now wet with the tears that flooded down them. Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm crying. Maybe it's because of Harrison or maybe because I've missed someone that I can't imagine a day not looking at. Is it crazy that someone can have that much power over you?

"Come on, lets lay in bed and watch Pokemon all day? We don't have to talk unless you want to, but we do have to cuddle."

I sniffed and managed to turn the corners of my mouth up. I snaked under the covers of his bed and waited for Jessie to come join me. He just looked at me in his bed, scratching the back of his neck like he was deeply thinking about something. The more we stared at one another the more I was thinking I should get the hell out of his bed and never look back. Jessie swung the covers over his legs and wrapped me in his arms. The TV flipped on, followed by the Pokemon black and white theme song.

After three episodes, I was beginning to feel more myself. Harrison who?

Jessie kept dozing off which was cute because every time he did, his grip around me tightened instead of loosening. I'm his teddy bear. My eyes began to shutter close until an irritating vibrate against wood disturbed me. I looked to Jessie's bedside table to see Katie's gleaming face light up the screen of his phone. Of course she has to disturb something so perfect.

Jessie reached for his phone with tired sighs and looked at the screen to see who was calling. He locked his phone again and placed it back on the bedside table. As soon as the phone stopped vibrating, it immediately started again. Jessie had his back to the vibrating phone and his eyes shut. How the hell can he sleep through that? I tried concentrating on Pokemon but the bloody calling Katie was too much of an distraction.