Leeroy

Chapter 12

Leeroy's P.O.V. 

It was finally Tuesday, not that Monday wasn't the best day of my life so far, but today I get to show everyone how great I can look. Not that I'll need tons of girls, I have Blakely. Or so everyone thinks I have Blakely. Harry thinks that, why shouldn't I? I look around in Harry's room... It looks a lot like Blakely's, which means its pretty messy. I'm such a clean freak it's weird, I just want to get up and clean his room. But that would be weird- very weird. So I just sit here thinking about how great today is going to be. And if I do attract a few girls it wouldn't be too bad, some more friends never hurt anyone. I notice that Harry is finally up, and it looks like he's watching our own Sleeping Beauty.

"Are you going to wake her up?" I whisper to him, catching him by surprise apparently. He snaps out of his staring at her and turns to me, 

"Yeah, unless you want to." He murmurs, obviously still tired. Today I'll decide to let him do it, he'd probably do it better anyways. He's been with a lot more girls than I have. I don't know how many, but even two would be a lot more than zero. Since I pretty much gave him no response, he woke her up himself- practically reading my mind. She woke up giggling and cheerfully said, 

"Good morning boys!" Wow she was sure in a good mood, maybe it's because she went to bed a bit before us. I don't know, but I don't care as long as she's in a quirky mood. "What's for breakfast, Harold?" She asks Harry with a wink. I feel kind of jealous that she hasn't directly talked to me yet, and the first person she talked to was Harry. But it is his house, it's not like I'll know what we're having for breakfast. 

"Well I was thinking we could get ready for school, and then go grab something at McDonald's or Starbucks or something. I'll pay." He offers, and I would decline that and offer to pay for them, but my money's at home.

"Okay, Starbucks sounds better than McDonald's to me, but what do you think Leeroy?" She finally talks to me! The morning has already started out great and I can only imagine how amazing the rest of the day will be! 

"Yeah Starbucks sounds a lot better than McDonald's."

"Okay Leeroy you can take some of my clothes and Blakely you can take some of my mom's clothes for school today. I can show you the way there if you want me to." Harry says, probably just taking another chance to have alone time with Blakely, and of course she'll take it too. She agrees and Harry leads her out of the room. They're gone for a while, until I finally see Harry walking back into the room laughing and then I just thought how I've never seen him genuinely smile at all. 

"She is one heck of a-" he stops his train of words, "person. She's sure one heck of a person. Don't ya think? And she claims not to be a morning person." He laughs some more, and I just join in to not be rude. "So you wanna check out some of my clothes?" He asked me, 

"Yeah, although these clothes will probably be fine since I didn't wear them much yesterday."

"Okay..." He trails off, "So..."

"Yup..."

"Who do you think she would date between us?" He blurts. Wow that's totally not a blunt question at all, it feels like Truth or Dare all over again.

"She'd probably date you, I don't know."

"Well maybe she wouldn't date either of us..." He says, as if she didn't even have feeling for either of us. Well I guess he could be right, he probably is. I mean who would honestly want to have a relationship with either of us? He's known as the player and I'm known as the stupid nerd who likes to dance. She finally walks in, looking absolutely stunning, and twirls around in a white and navy striped spagetti strap dress that is shorter in the front, but flows longer in the back. On top of her dress she's wearing a necklace with the infinity sign and some words in the infinity sign, although it's too far away for me to read the words. And for shoes she's wearing some navy TOMS that go perfectly with her outfit. Both of us guys look at her with our jaws dropped, because she is looking beautiful.

"What do you guys think?" She giggles.

"I love it. You look beautiful m'lady." She giggles, again. Obviously Harry knows how to charmspeak a girl better than I do because after all he said I just said, "Wow." But I guess it didn't turn out too bad for me because she giggled at that too. Her giggle must've been contagious because before we knew it we were all cracking up. After finally settling down Harry's voice popped up, again. 

"So you two ready to go get some coffee? Oh and Blakely, just keep the dress. My mom never wears it anyways and it looks absolutely perfect on you." Charmspeaker alert!!! Well in my opinion. Maybe she doesn't see how he's using his words to get her, or maybe he's not even trying. This sleepover was a bad idea, but you know what? If any girls are interested in me today, maybe I'll give them a shot just like Blakely gave me a shot and Harry and Blakely can live happily ever after. The end. No, what if Blakely's first choice would be me and she's just going for Harry to make me jealous. Or what if her and Harry are just tricking me into thinking that they have something. Maybe Blakely is just trying to show me how a real man should treat her. I'm taken away from my thoughts when I hear Harry practically screaming my name and shaking me. 

"Leeroy!!! LEEROY!" He yells.

"What... What's happening?" I ask, almost in a trance.

"Holy shi- Uhhh..." He looked embarrassed, as if he never swore. "You looked so out of it. We gotta go now. And don't do that again, it scared me."He said the last line with his head hanging low. I saw Blakely stuffing her face in his shoulder. What even happened? Harry whispered to her, "it's alright." and kept repeating that while swaying with her. Back and forth, back and forth. She finally looked up and to me, and I could see the tears streaming down her face. She suddenly lost all grip on HArry and hugged me so tight I could harly breathe. She must've noticed that because she loosened her grip, but was still hanging on tight. I rubbed her back, which I think only made her cry more. But it seemed like a happy kind of crying. Thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.