One In A Million

xxxviii

A smile graced my lips as I finally woke up. My eyes opened, greeted by the morning sunlight shining through the window.

It was our first full day in the city of Chicago. And we planned on making it perfect.

I sat up, yawning as the other bodies rose up from their various sleeping arrangments.

"Well, good mornin' e'rybody! Time to get up and raid Starbucks downstairs!" Brian chuckled, pulling on a shirt after tucking his couch-bed away.

Everyone started conversations among themselves. Except for one person.

Looking to the sleeping body on the bed next to me, a bubble of laughter escaped my lips.

"Hey, happy birthday to Jen and James!" Missy exclaimed, now dressed in a sweatshirt and joggers.

I nodded, and Jenna whooped, exclaiming that she was finally a teenager.

Everyone laughed, still getting ready.

I, not wanting to get up, leaned back on the headboard and told them to go ahead, and get me my usual.

When the room was empty, I slithered out form under the thick white blankets. Feeling the weight being lifted from my body, I stretched, exhaling deeply.

Still, Vincent didn't wake up.

Smiling, I climbed onto the bed he shared with Jared. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and littering kisses on his face. A flicker of a grin appeared upon his pink lips. My hands traveled through his hair and my lips met his ear, "Time to get up, mister."

"But I'd rather do this all day." he whispered back, his voice low and raspy.

A single hand brushed against my leg, sending shivers throughout my body. He pulled me to his chest, placing a kiss against my jaw, his lips lingering. I rested my head against his chest, and I played with the fabric of his tank top.

As if to complete the mood, thunder boomed outside, and the clouds cried.

Vincent began singing Fall into my ear, making sure to keep his voice quiet. My stomach did a dance, a form of adrenaline spiked through my head. It was perfect.

No, he most likely wouldn't be the man I married. In a few years time, he would just be a memory. Because love is immature at thirteen, and it always will be.

But Vincent didn't seem to care.

I pulled my body up, pressing my lips against his freckled shoulders. The music froze.....A sweet sound escaped his lips, plastering a smile against mine. The more I did it, the tighter Vincent's grip on the blanket beside him. The second I pulled away, he mumbled something about far too little.

My right index finger traced his jaw line, making him smile that beautiful half-smirk.

I flipped to his side, but stayed above the covers. He pulled me close, his nose making home in my hair. The second I shivered slightly, he pulled himself from the blankets and draped them over my body, being a gentlemen and staying above the blankets himself.

By the time everyone had gotten back, Vincent and I were both wrapped in the blankets, asleep and intertwined with each other. Frozen in place and barely moving.

I didn't want to get up. I wanted to stay there forever.

But I had a city to explore.

With coffee in my hands, I sat in bed, under the covers, as everyone else rushed to get dressed. We didn't have anywhere to be at the moment, but we had one day, and we had a lot to do. I still wasn't fully awake yet. And I refused the Red Bull shot multiple times.