The Heaven Project [Completed]

Movie Marathon *Eva*

I woke up snuggled up with Connor. The warmth is radiating from his body. My wings rustled around a bit before settling back down. Connor mumbles something and pulls me closer. I'm really starting to love Saturdays.

Heaven doesn't have the days of the week like Earth does. We label the days with numbers starting with one and ending with three hundred sixty five or three hundred sixty six. We never had a day off from doing what we were supposed to do. Every day was the almost same exact routine. I wish that we had days like Saturday up there. It'd make life so much easier.

Is it weird to say that Connor smells good? No? Well, he smells like the freshest ocean breeze up in Heaven and trust me, that stuff smells amazing. Almost better than a field full of blooming flowers. Almost.

"What time is it?" Connor mumbles against my head. I didn't even know he was awake. I try to sit up but Connor won't let me go. Cute but annoying.

"I don't know. You won't let me sit up," I say.

"No," he whines. "I'm warm. You're warm. We're warm."

"Now you're just rambling," I say.

"Am not," Connor mumbles. Somewhere outside, a car door slams shut. Connor jumps a little. "Uh oh."

"Yeah, your dad is home," I say. Connor gives me a weird look. "I have an amazing sense of my surroundings. Don't look at me so weird."

"But how do you know it's him?" Connor asks. The front door shuts downstairs.

"I can sense my surrounding bro," I say.

"I'm gonna go greet him so he doesn't come up here," Connor says, taking his arms away from my back and sits up. "Try not to make a lot of noise."

"I know dork," I say. Connor smiles before getting up and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I stand up from the bed, leaving my blanket behind, and walk over to his bookshelf. It stands from floor to ceiling and has the width of my arm span. Books cover each shelf. Some are stacked on top of others. The bookshelf was polished dark wood.

I carefully take a book from the fifth shelf. Across the cover is the words written in green. They read: Asylum. The book is plain black. I don't know if there was a dust cover on this but it looks like it's been just bought. I open the book and a paper flutters to the floor. I pick it up. The paper is just notebook paper folded in half. I'm half tempted to read it but that would invade his privacy. But isn't that what I'm here for?

"Hey," Connor says after he opens the door and closes it behind him. "What are you doing?"

"What is this?" I ask, holding up the paper.

"Oh uhm, nothing," Connor says, reaching for the paper. I hold it out of his reach.

"What is it?" I ask. Connor shakes his head.

"Eva, please just let it go," Connor says.

"This could help you Connor. I'm not going to open it. I want you to tell me what this is," I say. Connor stares at the floor before answering.

"It's my goodbye letter to my parents. I was going to run away but I thought better of it. Just in case, I stuffed it in that book," Connor says quietly. In one swift motion, I rip the letter in half. Connor gasps. "Eva!"

"I'm going to show you that your parents care about you. Running away is not an option," I say. I put the book back on the shelf and deposit the shreds of paper in the garbage bin. I step closer to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I just didn't expect you to do that," Connor says.

"Let's not think about that. How bout that movie marathon you were talking about earlier?" I say. Connor smiles a little.

"Why not?" Connor says. I grin and jump onto the bed. Connor laughs, walking over to his tv. He grabs the remote that was lying beside the tv. He sits beside me on the bed, turning on the tv.

"Connor," I whine.

"What? I just sat down," Connor says.

"Yeah you sat on my blanket!" I say, giving the blanket a firm tug. Connor rolls his eyes, standing up and throwing the blanket at me.

"Happy?" Connor asks when he sits back down.

"Yes," I say, snuggling my face into the blanket.

"Weirdo," Connor mumbles. I poke his cheek and he breaks out in a smile. "Stop being so cute."

I end up blushing totally against my will. This is not supposed to be happening. Keep it on a friendly level. But he's so darn cute...no Eva! Rule five forbids it. Curse rule five but what about how Connor feels? I wanna know but...I guess I'll let it go.

"So what movie first?" I ask.

"Well, I'm assuming you haven't seen the Harry Potter movies," Connor says. I shake my head. "We can have a marathon of those if ya don't mind watching movies for twenty four hours."

"YOLO bro," I say. Connor starts laughing.

"I've never thought you would say that," Connor says in between laughs. I raise an eyebrow as he continue to laughs.

"Ya done?" I ask once he stops laughing. He's bent over, trying to catch his breath.

"Maybe," he says, sitting back up. His face is red.

"Bro that wasn't even funny," I say.

"You didn't hear it from my point of view. That was hilarious," he says. He messes with the remote and soon a movie is playing.

"Is that Albus?" I ask, pointing to the guy with a white long beard that just took out the street lights.

"Yes," Connor replies.

"Is that McGonagall?"

"Yes." Now he sounded exasperated.

"Where's Harry?"

"Okay Eva! Watch the movie! You'll see," Connor says. He rolls his eyes and falls backwards. "You're a handful."

"Shush, watch the movie," I say, mocking him. He lays down behind me with his head on his pillow.

"Lay with me," he says, tugging at my shirt.

"Are you forgetting something?" I ask.

"What?" he asks. I spread out my wings and he looks at them. "Oh. Yeah."

After a few minutes of silently watching the movie, he asks another question. Or questions should I say.

"How do your clothes go over your wings? Is that uncomfortable to sleep with?"

"For things like, showering, dressing and sleeping, my wings are there but they're not. Like, you can see them but not feel them. They're not uncomfortable to sleep with as they basically disappear," I say. Dudley screams about not getting enough presents.

"So if you laid with me, they'd disappear?" Connor asks. I shrug my shoulders.

"You're really intent on that, aren't you?" I ask.

"What? No," he says, dragging out both words. I roll my eyes with a smile.

I lay down in front of him and my wings do that little hologram things. They're there but they're not. This is actually quite nice. I have to love my wings. Connor smiles and lays an arm over my hip.