Puzzle Pieces // m.f

0.9

Jamie woke to see Matt and Ryan standing above her, both of them whispering and hitting each other. At some point in the night she had ended up with Mark's arm around her and her head resting on his chest, so there was no readily available subtle movement that would allow her to gracefully show that she was awake. Jamie could just barely see the edge of the bedside table and smiled more than she was proud of when she saw both her and Mark's glasses next to each other. There was something about the implied familiarity of how they were so carelessly placed there that made her feel like she had been waking up like this for months.

"And we're sure they're not dating?" Ryan dared to speak slightly louder than he had been before, figuring it would be fine since neither of them had woken up. At least, that he was aware of.

"Well, no. We're not sure. But I'm like eighty-seven percent positive that Mark wouldn't just start dating some girl he met on a plane." There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment and Jamie missed the incredulous look that Matt received from his friend. "Not that I have a problem with her, she seems nice enough. God, you looked like you wanted to stab me."

"I always want to stab you," Ryan muttered. "It's just a much more present feeling right now. Look at them."

"I'm looking at them. That's literally all we're doing." Matt scowled and continued to stare at the two supposedly sleeping figures.

"Look at how cute they are." Ryan's voice was steadily growing more and more intense, now to the point where it was making Matt uncomfortable.

"It's not weird until you make it weird, and you just made it weird." Matt left the room, shaking his head on the way out.

"I ship it." Ryan said his final comment with an almost alarmingly serious finality and then followed his friend out of the room.

Jamie smiled and began to toy with the hem of Mark's grey shirt, just moving the fabric back and forth between her fingers for several moments before Mark chuckled and hesitantly opened his eyes, causing her to freeze in her actions.

"Are they gone?" At the sound of his voice Jamie found herself inexplicably blushing and she nodded, letting her hand rest flat in front of her face now. "Good. I'm sorry about them, they can be such children sometimes."

"It's okay." Jamie sat up next to him and giggled slightly. "I'm a children too."

Mark laughed and reached over, carelessly ruffling her hair and appreciating how Jamie was both childish and more mature than the three boys of the house put together at the same time. All of a sudden, Mark frowned slightly; not as if he was upset, simply deep in thought.

"Hey, Jamie?" He asked, hoping she would respond verbally.

"Yeah?" She looked up at him and smiled a bit, just to show that she was up for conversation if he was.

"Why don't you have an accent?" Mark looked down at Jamie and wondered if he had asked something he shouldn't have when she looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" Jamie forced her usual semi cheerful tone and kept smiling, even though she wasn't feeling it as much now. Her lack of an accent had been a common point of ridicule back home, even if it was just kids calling her a Yankee year round. It still got old fast.