The Outsider (Original Version)

Chapter 15- Waking Up

For once waking up feels like something I want to do.

But something holds me where I am, not wanting to leave the warm covers.

Wait......

I'm not under the covers......

My head turns to the side, seeing Tucker laying there, eyes closed.

His arms are wrapped around my curled up body, making my stomach turn.

I'm not sire how to react to this situation, but since I can trust Tucker, I simply lay there, utterly confused.

My had is slightly more gray than my normal skin color, which is odd considering that after the brace everything is normal.

A pair of gloves would do nicely, if I could find any.

There is a couple pairs on the dresser that is pushed against the back of the bed, making me brigten up a bit.

But the way his arms hold my body make it hard to move even an inch without waking him up.

So I just sit there, staring at my hand as time slowly goes by.

For what seems like an hour I just sit there, wondering if he will ever wake up, but then his arms start to move.

He yawns loudly, making me laugh at the look on his face.

Tucker's head snaps towards me, making his cheeks heat up.

"Morning." I say, finally getting up and stretching.

He still sits on the bed, looking awkward as I take the black glove from the table.

Turns out only one glove was on the dresser.

I pull it on.

"So, a-are you feeling o-okay?" He asks, stuttering as he gets off the mattress.

He doesn't look at me, making me roll my eyes.

Its obvious at this point that he has a crush on me, and I don't know how to deal with it, so I'm just leaving it.

"I'm fine. How are you?" I ask, still feeling a little off at the fact I almost died yesterday.

It feels like a part of me did die, but the rest is just there, like its just going to move on without that small part.

I hope that the part I lost wasn't important.

"I'm fine, how are you?" He repeats, making me want to face palm.

Ugh, this is getting a bit annoying.

The idea of someone likeing me like that is odd to me, mainly because its never happened before, but with Tucker, I kida wished he didn't.

"Like I said. I'm fine. Want to do something today?" I ask, walking out the door.

He follows behind me, his footsteps sounding awkward as we go down the stairs.

Sizzling sounds from the kitchen, making me realize that Mig is there.

Though I haven't eaten since yesterday morning, I don't really feel like eating.

"We have to get by the kitchen without Mig seeing us. He won't let me out of here if he does." I whisper, making Tucker nod.

We look around, knowing that we can't get out any of the windows.

The only way out is the front door.