Another Day

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I awoke in an unfamiliar room, with foreign smells. This room was nice and neat, unlike mine that looked like a war zone. This room smelt of pumpkin pie candles, mine smelt of alcohol and cigarette butts. I tried to sit up but am pulled down by a weight around my waist.

Oh yeah, I'm at Thomas' place. I thought to myself. I look down to see Thomas slightly snoring and mumbling nothings in his sleep. I smile at the sweet and innocent sight.

"I know you're staring at me," he mutters, a smile etched along his lips. I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of his - very attractive - morning voice.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake," I whisper. He chuckles and slowly opens his eyes. I check the alarm clock and its 6:57. Too early to be livin'.

"Why are awake this early?" He yawns. I shrug my shoulders.

"This is usually the time when the alcohol in my father's bloodstream reaches his high. He never gets hangovers cause he's never not drunk. Alway yellin' things that don't make sense," I laugh at my own words that probably didn't make sense either, but I was too tired to care. I stretch my arms outward, not noticing Thomas' arm still clenched onto my waist.

"Oh geez sorry," he awkwardly says as he pulls away. I guiltily wish for his content and warm touch to come back. I shake my head and smile. Wasn't really a problem. I thought, not caring he couldn't read my thoughts.

I sit up and go to the room before. I open my school bag and look at the extra pair of clothes I have in there. I quickly and easily slide them on and examine how I look.

A Disney jumper that's too baggy in every place. Jeans that are tore at the legs of them from stepping on them for being too long, rips at the knees from rough housing in them in the backyard with my dad before life went to hell, with an added collection of greens from grass stains. I put on fuzzy, mismatched, striped socks and sashayed playfully back into Thomas' room.

When I walked in he was in the process of changing shirts. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry!" I squealed. Thomas looked up at me, not moving. I awkwardly skid back into the other room. I quickly shut the door and slide my back down it till I was crunched up onto the floor. Hell, he's attractive. What am I thinking? He's just my friend, why would he ever think positive of me? I think to myself.

I close my still-tired eyes and see a glimpse of the heavenly sight from before.

His slightly toned body, which was also slightly tan. How sexy he looked doing whatever was a wonder to me. I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear light knocking on the other side of the door.

"Alright I'm decent now, no need to hide from the sexy beast," I hear him joke from the other side. I feel a blush rush over every inch of my pale face. He's so right about the sexy part. My mind thinks again, also visualizing the rest of his body under that damned fabric, keeping me from the angel that God sculpted to do sins. Sins I wouldn't mind to make with him.

I smack myself in the head. Shut up thoughts! He's your friend, not your fuckbuddy! I argue with my thoughts.

I stand up to open the door, hoping my blush isn't as prominent as it was a few seconds before.

"Breakfast?" Thomas asks. I shake my head.

"No thanks. A bit to early for me to be eating," I yawn, still feeling sleep tease my eyelids. Thomas nods as he goes to the kitchenette to get some food for himself. He comes back with a cinnamon poptart and already chunks bitten off and in his mouth. "Ew, gross," I tease as I look at the crumbs dribbling from his mouth. He rolls his eyes and playfully pushes my shoulder.

He swallows all the chunks. "Whatever, you love me." Yes, I do. Now shut up and kiss me already. "What?"

"What?" I ask. Did I say that aloud?

"Yes you did. And that too," Thomas awkwardly says.

"Um, I don't even know what I'm thinking in the morning. No need for any second thoughts about it. Now just, eat your damn poptart," I mumble angrily, not anger towards him, but myself.

"Alright geez, don't get so aggressive towards my poptart eaten'!" He laughs. I begin to stifle a small laugh as well.

Short chapter because I have literally nothing. I promised to update weekly, but I was a bit late on this chapter. Sorry!! Anyways, I hope you still like this small, time filler of a chapter.