Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 11.

Chapter 11.

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

I walk out of the kitchen on very shaky, jell-o-like legs and see Zach on the floor, looking through movie discs. My mom was still on her reclining rocking chair.

I decide to go to my room to grab something comfortable. Plus, I don't think I can make eye contact with Zach right now. How can he do these things so casually? I hate how he has this effect on me. I walked to the stairs and ran up, going to my room. Once inside, I took out my zebra blanket, the baby blue one, and my gray fuzzy blanket. By the time I reach back downstairs, Zach has yet to pick a movie.

I threw the zebra blanket at my mom, which she thankfully caught. Leaning down to sit beside Zach I scanned easily through the movies before picking out a horror film. I can feel his eyes on me as I decide on Paranormal Activity. Even though it's not really scary, I was in the mood for it. I don't dare to look at Zach, scared of what might happen if I do. I might do something stupid, like try to kiss him. What's wrong with me?

I popped the disc in and gave the remote to the DVD player to my mom. I sat down again on the loveseat, wrapping myself in the gray blanket. I only wrapped it from my belly button and down, leaving my arms out for easy access. Zach got up from the ground and looked at me, before making his way to the couch. When he reached me, he layed down, so that his feet dangled off the side of the couch, and his head rested on my lap.

"Zach, what are you doing?" I asked quietly, so my mom wouldn't overhear us, even though she was 5 feet away and probably heard us anyway. Zach turned his head on my lap and looked at me while saying, "Watching the movie."

He sat up again and I sighed in relief, before noticing he was just grabbing the baby blue blanket and wrapping himself in it. He also took off his sweat shirt that he was wearing all day, and folded it up and placed it on the floor. He sighed contentedly, and layed his head back on my lap.

The movie starts, and as it goes on and on, I start feeling a bit tired, but I don't want to sleep. Surprisingly, I was incredibly comfortable. Zach's head was still resting on my lap. My hands were combing through his hair, while he was twirling my long strands around his fingers. It felt, I don't know, right.

After the movie was over, it was about 8 o'clock and both people that were supposed to be watching the movie with me were passed out. Instead of his head turned toward the TV, Zach's forehead was leaning against my stomach, eyes closed and breathing slowly. His hands were still death-gripping a piece of my hair. Looking up, my mom was layed back against the couch, mouth wide open and snorts coming from her throat every now and then.

I turned my head back to Zach. He looks, well, cute. His mouth was a millimeter open, and I couldn't help but raise my hand to his face, gently running my finger across his bottom lip. Somehow, my hand grew greedy and trailed itself across his face, outlining his features. His jaw, around his eyes, his cheek, his lips. Oh man, his lips.

He looked a little weird, since I'm so used to seeing his big blue eyes. He did look peaceful though. In the spur of the moment decision, I slowly kissed his forehead gently, careful not to wake him up. I pulled away, and saw him still sleeping, not even stirring. I leaned down again and kissed his cheek, right where his dimple would've been if he was smiling. The last place I kissed was the tip of his nose, because his eyebrows furrowed together, as if he were waking up. But he just kept his eyes closed and breathed deeply.

I should probably wake him up now. He shouldn't go home to late.

"Babe." I whisper in his ear, amused by how his neck erupted with goose bumps from where my breath was hitting. I've been calling him that more and more often, but I can't will myself to stop. He twitched his arms and legs, but didn't wake up.