Lycanferatu.

Part 5

Okay. Caleb really knows how to push my buttons. Not even metaphorically, he took over the control of the television remote because 'he's never watched a T.V before' so my parents thought it would be a grand idea to let him experience that. Jeesh, it's a freaking box with moving pictures on it, it's not that important!

After some agonising hours of being in the same room as him, my mother decided to retire for the night and I, being completely desperate but not wanting to be rude, eagerly jumped at the chance to be away from Caleb. With a quick, "Night!" to my dad and an obvious glare in Caleb's direction, I bounded happily up the stairs.

I changed into my cute, blue and green plaid shorts and an old, humungous t-shirt and tied up my hair into a messy bun. I skipped into the bathroom that sits a few doors down from my own bedroom and brushed my teeth thoroughly. Splashing some water onto my face, I heard footsteps trudging up the staircase. Assuming it was just my dad, who only ever comes to the bathroom after he's been into my parents' room to do unthinkable things with my mother, I lifted up my t-shirt to cleanse my underarms. I turned around to get a bar of soap from the little shelf by the door and found not my father, but Caleb standing there. His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened slightly, before I realised that my t-shirt was not covering my chest, but still being held up. My cheeks flushed furiously and I dropped my shirt.

"What the hell? Don't you knock?!" I yelled, humiliated.

"Well, the door was left open so I just assumed that the bathroom was vacant." he replied, calmly, as if he hadn't just seen me partially naked.

"Yeah.. well, you assumed wrong! Now if you'll excuse me.." I said, strutting forward and slamming the door in his face. I rubbed my temples in frustration and embarrassment. I finished washing and, wearily, I stepped into the hallway. Caleb was nowhere to be seen, so I went back to my room. I fell onto my bed dramatically and tried to pretend that the whole thing that just happened, didn't happen at all. I lay awake for a few minutes until I gradually and gratefully succumbed to slumber's peaceful arms.

I must have been asleep for about an hour or so, until I was very rudely shaken.

"What?" I groaned, sleepily.

"I can't sleep, Alex. The bed's too uncomfortable," hissed a voice that could only belong to Caleb.

"So you decided to disturb my sleep? Thanks. Anyway, how is your insomnia any problem of mine?" I grumbled, clearly agitated and grumpy.

"Well, I was kinda hoping.. um, I was wondering if I could share your bed?" Caleb mumbled, sounding only slightly unhappy. I sat up quickly, blushing.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you into my bed," I demanded, my eyes narrowing at him. Not that he could see. Unless he has night vision. Woah, how cool would that be?

"Uh, well.. it's a double bed, so you wouldn't even know I was there. It's just, your bed seems so comfy, especially with the content way you were snoring," he teased. There was no light in the room, but I could tell that he was grinning at me.

"I do not snore!" I protested, my feathers ruffling.

"Oh, was somebody using a jackhammer then?" he quipped, chuckling to himself.

"Shut up! I so should not be letting you into my bed if you're gonna continue to make stuff up about me," I sighed, lifting the duvet cover back.

"Is that a yes then?" Caleb asked, happily.

"Of course it is, you moron. Okay, I have a few rules though. Shut up, don't touch me and don't gas my room up. Oh, and you can't tell my mother, she'd freak out. And not in a good way," I said, counting them off on my fingers.