B5 Just Dance, Unrequited Love Story

Part #7: Moved in to Awkward Truths

WARNING: Readers discreation is advised. This story is not yet rated and discourages those faint of heart to continue reading.

-mild language

-Sexual content

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Author's note:

I know I'm posting at like 11pm but its still technically Monday.

I'll try my hardest to post on time but my excuse is that I'm having mobile issues and that's where I've been writing this story. If you've been following me on the social media site you'll know that I had some difficulty typing this part because of what it in-tells. I shocked myself by going this way but my muse just brought to this.

The readers' discretion warning is serious though I don't go into much detail. Sorry but you can not skip this chapter, if you do you'll be a little lost.

I love you guys and hope for more feed back.

Elisha aka ELLie cbka ENF2

Post note: be mindful that this is a winter setting.

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Elisha

"Thanks Jason," I practically yell through the house he shares with he's brother. I grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge and head to where I last saw Jason so that I can thank him properly. "I really appreciated the hel-," I caught myself off when I notice him asleep on the couch. I assume he's tired himself out, or rather I've tired him out with the moving and transferring of my stuff from my place to his truck to his place.

I'm a little too hyped to doze off just yet, though I know I probably got as much sleep as he did.

I start arranging my stuff in the living room, getting it out the walk way as much as possible, as quiet as possible. While working I start to get warm I'm wearing a sweatshirt and winter thick leggings, the weather outside called for such attire but seeing as I'm now inside, with the heater on, its time for a change. I get rid of the most agitating, the sweatshirt which I was literally starting to sweat in, revealing a clingy thermal. I figure its too hot to be wearing it as well and aim to detach myself from it but it seems a little more difficult compared to the sweatshirt and seems to not want to part with my head. When I finally get a stubborn bobby pin to stop clinging to the garment everything starts to cooperate and the thermal comes off smoothly. Jason must have chosen sometime while I struggled to wake up because I find him starring at me from the couch.

"I won," I proudly announce tossing thermal on top of the pile of my belongs I've made in the once empty corner of the living room that I'm working on.

Now far more comfortable in my sports bra yet still in the leggings, I work more briskly on organizing a few more items before getting hungry. It's almost 7 o'clock before I decide to do something about it though. Wiping sweat from my brow with my forearm I think to ask Jason if he's hungry, but first I need to find him. He offered to help when his sleepiness finally let him process what I was doing. I declined and he walked down the hall, I assume to his room. I follow the path he used to find myself at the door to his room. I knock politely and assume that he's asleep when he doesn't answer to his name. He wasn't in his room but I heard running water from the adjoined bathroom but the door was opening. It's his room and is allowed to roam as freely as he pleases in it, I thought thus encouraging me to be cautious when approaching the door, my curious nature got the best of me though. I peaked in planning to scare him or something but upon peaking in I was immediately shocked.

I quickly retreat from the door and understand what they mean by "curiosity killed the cat", I nearly want to die because of the imagine now forever engraved in my head. I regret being in their even more when I witness the next moment. I hear him moan my name and that's when my heart stops and my eyes grow bigger if even possible. I don't like this situation and plan to take action and vacate the room when, in blind panic, I knock something over.

"Hello?!" Jason yells after a bit of rustling in the bathroom, I gather myself as fast as I can and rack my brain for my next move.

"Yeah, Jay I'm hungry, I was wondering if you wanted a specific topping on the pizza," I try to level my voice and convince myself that everything is okay.

"Oh, don't worry about it Leo's on his way home with some I was just about to come tell you," he sounds so awkward and I feel ashamed to know why.

"Alright," I yell somewhat faking a distance. Instantly I was out of his room and attempting to shake that shocking image from my mind. I pace back and forth a few times before realizing that the action might seem suspicious if Jason actually was to walk out to talk to me.

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Fifteen minutes later and I was still in the living-room alone fiddling with my pile of junk, but this time I decided to not check on Jason. In fact I plan on avoiding his room as much as possible for the next two weeks. I figured it just might be a long uncomfortable two weeks for me after that unpleasant moment and sigh at the thought. I mean I was suppose to be on an awesome twin filled mini vacation away from normal and I guess that was as far from normal as it can get. Barging in on someone's 'sexy time' is not something I did on the daily, let alone ever.

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Another ten minutes or so pass and my attempt to tidy up has been abandoned. Leo comes in with the pizza and I greet him warmly, he enjoys the long embrace seeing as its seriously cold outside.

"Gosh, I've just saw you last night Elisha," he jokes as we hug.

"Well fine, I'll just take my warmth else where," I say loosen my grip but Leo tightens his. "Oh I guess I am appreciated," I laugh as he snuggles closer. After a minute or so of swaying in the same position the tantalizing smell of pizza takes over and I break the hug. "Food time!" I cheer and Leo just shakes his head.

On my second slice of Spinach Alfredo, my favorite, I go ridged, Jason finally decides to join us in the kitchen where I'm sitting at the island. I try to act cool but I felt so awkward.

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Tell me whatcha think don't be shy, don't be mean either. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

ELz