Our Hidden World

Chapter 65

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

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Violet's P.O.V.:

As a walk farther away from the tent I can tell that Ian is still following me around like a lost puppy. Get it? Lost puppy because he's a wolf? Oh god I've been hanging out with the twins to much. I keep on walking figuring at some point he'll leave and go back to where he's staying. Boy was I wrong. The time I walked home he'd followed quietly behind. It's kinda freaky.

"You can go back now," I say as I open my front door. He doesn't answer. "Ian go get some rest." I turn around to face him, my hands on my hips. The stern look on my face melts away when I see the lost puppy look on his face as he looks down at the ground.

I sigh, "Come on." I turn back around and walk into the front hall. I climb up the stairs and walk to our linen closet and grab a towel.

"Here," I say as I place to towels into his arms. "There's a bathroom in my room right there. Please don't touch any of my stuff."

He walks into the bathroom and I hear the water turn on a few seconds later. I head downstairs into the kitchen and grab a few snack to share. As I'm heading back to my room, a few minutes later, I hear the water being turned off.

"What? How is that even possible? I was gone like three minutes?" I mumble. I open my door and step inside, closing the door behind me. I freeze once I turn around. Standing in front of me is Ian in only his pants and let me tell you the eight pack this boy has just makes him even better. I stand there staring at him for a while, only breaking my stare when he uncomfortably clears his throat. I shake my head to clear my mind. 

I clear my throat and I'm able to stutter out, "I'm just going to go back downstairs. Yeah that sounds like an awesome idea." I walk out the door and hit my palm against my head repeatedly muttering idiot every time.

I set the bowl of pretzels and chips onto the table and sit on the couch. I flip the channels on the t.v and stop on a channel that's showing somewhat of an interesting looking movie. I don't hear Ian come down the stairs and by the time he reaches the couch to sit down I'm already half asleep, exhausted from the day's events. I don't remember falling asleep or waking back up to my bedroom but when I wake up the next morning I'm bundled up in my blankets on my bed.

I hear soft snores and look over the edge of the bed. Ian is sound asleep on the itchy carpet with only a pillow. He's facing towards the bed and I find it adorable how he looks like a baby sleeping. His hair is falling across his face and every once and awhile his nose would twitch when his hair touched to tip of his nose.

Oh my gosh, Violet, you sound like a stalker and a creep, I think to myself. Quietly, I throw the blankets off me and get out of bed, making sure not to step on Ian as I do so. I take the top fluffy blanket off my bed and place it over him. He snuggles into it but still doesn't wake up. Not worrying about my appearance I walk out of my room and down to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As I pace through the living room I don't see the two bowls I had last night and the t.v remote is sitting on the table next to the couch. When I arrive in the kitchen the bowl are sitting on the counter along with a note. I pick it up.

We came back home late last night, helped the Anderson finalize some things. When we came back saw the boy sleeping on the floor, which we appreciate that he's not in your bed, and we didn't want to wake you two up so we didn't say anything and went to bed. We are now at work and probably won't be home till around dinner time. Be safe and don't do anything stupid.

Love,

Mom & Dad

I set the note back on the counter and get out the ingredients for pancakes and the griddle. Two batches of burnt pancakes later I'm finally able to make edible, non-burt ones. I put all the dishes in the sink and throw away the eggshells and other trash. I put five pancakes on one plate and four on the other, grab some utensils, and syrup and head back upstairs.