Pulled

The boredom continues....

"Go back to sleep will you?" Skandar said pulling me back to lie down. I did what he wanted, but I was so confused. I sighed and turned on my side to look at him. He had his eyes closed and he moved his arm tighter around me. I just watched him sleep for like ten minutes before I started to freak out.

 "OK, wait, what's going on!?" I asked loudly as I got up out of the bed. Skandar sat up and looked at me, slightly startled. 

 "What?" he asked groggily. I started pacing infront of the bed and running my hands through my hair nervously. He watched me for a fe wmintues as I whispered to myself and tried to figue out how I got here and what was going on. He jumped up off the bed and he grabbed my shoulders to stop my pacing, "Amelia, stop it. What's gotten into you?"  he asked looking me in the eye. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.

 "I don't know! A few minutes ago I was in my living room with my sister being bored and then I won a contest you meet you and then I 'Took your hand' and then I woke up here!" I yelled, "Skandar, tell me what's going on! Wait what'd you call me?"

 "What'd you call me?" he asked frowning, seeming nearly as confused as me.

 "Your name. It's Skandar." I said rolling my eyes, "But what did you call me?"

 "I called you your name," he said, "You're Amelia and I'm not Skandar. WHat kind of a name is Skandar? I'm Edmund."

 "But my name's Ashleigh!" I said shaking my head, "Where did Amelia come from?" Skanda looked at me strangly before gently dragging me back to the bed and sitting me down. He made me lie down against a plush pillow and then he pulled the covers over me.

 "Amelia," he said gently, "Go back to sleep. You're tired and you don't know what you're talking about." I nearly started yelling at him, but he kissed my foehead and then gave me a soft smile before he got in bed next to me and went back to sleep. 

 I was still curious as to what was going on, but I knew I wouldn't find out until at least the morning, when I wasnt being acussed of being 'too tired to make sense'.