Saving Grace

Chapter Eight. // Thanks for the Number.

Chapter Eight. // Thanks for the Number.

"Jamie!" My eyes pop open, "Jamie! Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!" After the fifth 'Jamie' is screamed, the incessant banging on my door starts. "Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!" I wrap my pillow around my head to try and drowned out my lovely boyfriend's fists hitting my door and vocal cords working hard to piss me off. "Jamie! Jamie! Jamie-!"

Did I ever tell you that cheap pillows don't do very good at blocking out noises? Because if not, cheap pillows don't do very fucking good at blocking out noises.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" I yell, throwing my blanket off and running to the door. I grab the door nob and swing the door open, my chest huffing and puffing, "what the hell's wrong with you?!" I yell, staring up at Noah.

He smiles down at me cheekily, with his hands behind his back, he rocks back and forth on his feet. "Hi, baby. Good morning." He coos at me.

I narrow my eyes at him, "what the fuck are you doing here so earlier in the morning? People are trying to sleep-"

"No, actually!" I hear my mom yell from the kitchen, "everyone else is awake! You're the only one still asleep!"

I groan, turning around dramatically and throwing myself back on my bed, not even caring that all I'm wearing are my Care Bear underwear and a purple camisole with no bra. Because, if we're really being honesty here, who really sleeps in a bra?

I throw my face into my pillow and a few seconds later, I feel my bed dip with the weight of my special person. He lays his head down next to me with one arm slung over my back. He moves some hair out of his way so I can look at him without a curtain of brown hair between us. I give him a pouty look and he smiles, kissing my lips, then my cheek, and leaving a nice little trail of vampire bites down my shoulder. He kisses the spots over my hickeys before looking at me, a small peaceful smile on his cheeks.

"Wanna come to church with me?"

I didn't mean to, but instantly a grimace comes to my face and I scrunch up my nose.

"Aaaaaahh," Noah whines right into my ear. "Come on, babe. You promised." He gets up off my bed and wraps his arms around my stomach and legs, lifting me up off my warm bed. I need not remind you that I was laying on my stomach so it's not like he's carrying me like a princess. Nope. He's more like lugging me like a fucking potato sack.

"Noah!" I scream, kicking my legs.

His laughter fills my room and I realize this is the first time he's been in my room, let alone the fact that I'm basically half naked. "If you don't stop kicking, I might actually drop you!" He yells, obviously not planning on dropping me.

I keep thrashing in his arms, trying to wrap myself around him but it's kind of hard to maneuver yourself when your in a position such as my own. I manage to look up at him, scowling. "I dare you." I challenge. He raises and eyebrow. "Pussy."

Before I could process it, the small squeal left my throat and I landed on a semi-soft surface. I roll over just in time to have Noah on top of me and pinning both hands above my head. I smirk at him while scowling. The kind of look that says I-can't-believe-you-really-dropped-me-you-bitch-but-I'm-proud. He beams down at me, his brown curls falling around his face.

"You actually dropped me." I mumble.

He rolls his eyes at me, "yeah, obviously, you dared me." He says matter-oh-fact. "But I dropped you in a pile of clothes so I think that should be considered here."