Misfit Angels

23

On the drive back home, I dozed off- my head against the cool window and my knees close to my chest, trying to be as comfortable as I could be in the passenger seat of a car. I hadn't fallen asleep on purpose. I hadn't intended on falling asleep on Vic to leave him to drive us to my place in silence while I was fast asleep. But I was all too tired to stay awake and hold conversation with him.

But I did repetitively croak out sorry after Vic had waken me up when we had reached our destination.

Fortunately, we had arrived half past midnight, and everyone was sure to be asleep now. The kids because they knew they had to be asleep before Santa came, and my parents probably passed out because they were simply tired. When we entered my (compared to Vic's) tiny home, and passed the living room, I took note of the presents from "Santa" already out, so I knew my parents wouldn't be up until morning. I signaled for Vic to stay quiet as I held his hand and lead him upstairs to my room.

There was something incredibly exciting about having Vic stay the night with me. It meant that he would be with me the whole night, in the same bed as me, and nothing but loving touches and sweet kisses would be passed between us. And although that all seemed nice and innocent, there was something overwhelming, liberating about knowing that I wasn't supposed to have him over, and I was sneaking him into my room while everyone was asleep. And even though I had full intentions to keep this PG, there was a small part of me that wanted to carry on with this whole 'kind-of-bad-ass' act. That part of me wanted to be bad and take full advantage of this. I had the whole 'go big or go home' kind of feel, coursing through my veins. On, but I'd never act on it. I was too much of a priss.

When we reached the top of the stairs, I noticed the light seeping through the slit of Josh's bedroom door. He was still awake, which only meant we had to be extra quiet.

I opened my bedroom door and motioned for Vic to enter. He went in before me, but just as I had turned on my pixie lights, Vic had- I guess- tripped over something, causing him to fall and bring me down with him, since our hands were still locked. He toppled over, landing on his back, but made quite the effort to grab my waist and hold me to lessen my fall, when I ended up on top of him. Undoubtedly, the loud thud that erupted under us was heard by more than just us.

Vic let out a painful groan, no doubt hurting his back, or getting the air knocked out of him. Maybe both.

I sat on on Vic- somewhat straddling- but him not seeming fazed, so I know I wasn't causing him extra pain.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked, trying to hold back a laugh as I brought my hand to his face, and moved some loose strands out of the way.

"Ye-" he stared but never finished as we both heard my bedroom door creek open. We both turned to see who had caught us, and was honestly grateful to see that it was Josh. It was a bit of a long-shot for it to me my parents, because their bedroom was downstairs and the girls were heavy sleepers. But Josh's room was right next to mine, and he was still awake. I would have been more surprised if he hadn't heard us.

"Whoa, guys!" Josh whisper-shouted, looking away. It was only now that I realized out position, and how it must have looked.

"Oh, no. It's not like that, " I said. I climbed off of Vic, standing up then holding my hand out for him.

"What is he doing here anyways?" Josh asked me, cutting out the whole 'oh-god-is-my-brother-totally-having sex-right-now?' act of shock.

"We're just hanging out," I shrugged.

Josh raised his brow, obviously not impressed.

"In the middle of the night?" He pushed.

"Yes, now can you please just leave. It really isn't a big deal, and you're starting to sound like mom and dad," I told him, hoping that saying that would get him to back off.