Stranded

Chapter Five

    Chapter Five       

I slowly feel myself begin to awaken. Wait, why was I asleep? Right I had a panic attack and I fell because of the 9-1-1 operators words. At least I’m not dead that’s always a plus but why do I keep on blacking out? That can’t be good for me.

            I feel something warm next to me and I cuddle up closer to it. Wait, I’m in the middle of a blizzard how the hell could something be warm?

            Just before my brain could process that thought, (it was a little slow today), I feel someone chuckle. Yes, feel, someone was carrying me.

            I open my eyes up, more reluctantly than willingly; it takes them a moment to adjust. When they do I see a pair of deep green eyes peering down into my own, it was Dustin.

            He smirks down at me, “So, sleeping beauty finally awakens.” My heart starts to beat faster. Had he just called me beautiful? Luckily, I’m very good at keeping a tight rein on my emotions, so all I do is smile back up at him.

            I notice he’s still carrying me and I start to feel self-conscious. It’s not like I way a lot, I’m short about 5’4 and weigh about a hundred and ten or a hundred and twenty. However, that is a lot of weight for one person to be carrying around.

            “If I’m sleeping beauty how did I wake up without a kiss?” I tease.

            He continues to smile at me knowingly, “Who’s to say you didn’t.”

            I smile back at him confidently, I’m almost completely sure he didn’t kiss me. Then again, I don’t know Dustin very well.

            “So are you going to put me back down anytime soon?” I ask, changing the subject with ease. I expected a stuttery embarrassed answer but instead I got this…

            “Na, I think I’ll just keep you like this.” He replies.

            “But I must be heavy.” I retort.

            “Nope light as a feather.” He states but he shifts me into a different position suggesting otherwise. I roll my eyes at him.

            “Nevertheless you must be tired.” I try to persuade, “You’ve been carrying me for a long time.”

            “True.” He agrees and I smile triumphantly, “But we’re almost there.”     

            At that, I sit up and look around, Dustin wasn’t lying. As I take in our snow-covered surroundings I realise we’re only a few minutes away from my house.

            “What the h*ll!” I exclaim

            He grins down at me, still carrying me, much to my annoyance, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

            “Well, I don’t usually and h*ll isn’t really a swear word.” I reply. “It’s not like we really talked before anyways.”

            “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that.” He mutters, “I was a complete a**hole.” Then he mumbles something else.

            “Sorry, what was that last part?” I ask, leading him onto think I hadn’t heard him but I did. He said, ‘I was just nervous.’ I guess, if you didn’t want someone to hear you, you shouldn’t carry them. We were pretty close to each other.

            “Oh nothing.” He blushes.

            “Nervous are we?” I tease and his eyes go wide. I laugh, as if to pass it off as nothing.

            But it wasn’t nothing, at least not to me, a question kept on repeating itself, over and over and over in my mind.

            Does Dustin Winsor like me?