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Chapter 35: The Flip Side

Chapter 35: The Flip Side

I stir when I feel slight movement beneath me. I lazily open my eyes to see him slowly getting up as if doing his best to not wake me. "Where are you going?" I ask him in a muffled voice, too tired to yank him back down to sleep some more.

He tenses at realizing that he's woken me up. He runs his fingers through my hair in an act to comfort me as I nestle against his torso, "Sssh, sssh. Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep," he offers sweetly, staying with me a sec' longer.

I close my eyes again but clasp tightly at the hem of his shirt when he tries to move away, "Nah-uh. I want to know why you're leaving."

He gently undoes my grip on him before sitting up and sliding out from under me, "Ssssh, doesn't matter, you just focus on sleeping. That's your priority right now."

I stretch out and yawn before rolling over on my back to stare up at him, getting lost in the sea of blue before me, "What time is it?" I find myself asking as I beam up at him.

"About 4 a.m." he answers as if it's no big deal, as if it's the norm.

My eyes visibly widen at hearing his answer, "What is wrong with you? Why can't you be a normal person and get up at one in the afternoon just like everybody else?"

"I'm going for an early morning run like I always do," he tells me as he carefully stands up and reaches for a new shirt, not wanting to break the fort. "And no normal person wakes up at noon."

Some people are just so strange...who would want to run and who would want to get up early to run? It's just sick.

He glances back over at me after having put on the clean shirt, "I'd ask you to join, but I know for a fact that you hate breaking a sweat. I also know that if you don't get at least ten hours of sleep a day, you're practically a jerk to any living thing that you come across," he says bluntly, calling it how it is, "so close those big hazel eyes of yours and go back to sleep."

"You're not supposed to let the girl wake up alone," I scoff at him in protest, rubbing at my eyes tiredly, "it's just not classy, you flippen idiot," I say grumpily, barely aware of the conversation we're currently having.

"That rule only applies if we actually did something," he points out, "and you didn't wake up alone," he motions down himself, "I'm here, aren't I?"

"Yeah," I mumble sleepily and incoherently with an unhappy pout, "but you're still leaving me all alone, all by my lonely lonesome," I hum in tune, creating a short song from the words.

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, "I'm sorry, won't happen again."

"Better not," I mutter and cover myself with the countless blankets, blocking his presence out so that I can drift off back to sleep and dream of sleeping.

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I shuffle awake when I feel a blanket drape over my face, tickling my cheek. Annoyed, I turn over and try to fall back asleep. However, soon after, a pillow falls from the fort ceiling before hitting me on my forehead.

"Why? But why? Just why?" I mumble my complaints as I pull myself to sit up. Just as I do, I notice that Jay's missing. I sigh in remembrance, but my spirits are instantly lifted when Slobber runs into the fort and settles down beside me all too happily.