The Killers - Part 2

chapter 13

John POV

She was asleep beside me, her arms coiled around my neck and her fingers latching onto my shirt, as if in a death grip and never going to let me go. The side of her face against my chest, breathing calmly, disturbed by nothing and sleeping elegantly, though her hair was not so elegant, it was everywhere; i pulled my head away trying not to eat it.

I stroked her mass of hair, trying to somewhat confine it in one place. The door began to creak open, we were all supposed to be going to breakfast at tiffanies, but after last night, the pair of us were buggered beyond repair. I instantly closed my eyes and rested my hand on her back,i peeped through the slits of my eyes, trying very hard not to give away that i was awake.

Brian opened the door, but wasn’t looking in, he was too busy talking to someone. Then he turned around and looked at the pair of us, something was running through that man’s head, and knowing him it wasn’t a good plan, probably a prank.

“this shirt or...”                                                                     

Jo began to say but then stopped when she saw Brian standing there looking into our room. She poked her head around to stare at him, then looked back at us , her forehead all wrinkled in displeasure.

“Brian Harold May don’t you dare”

She said, her hands on her hips and tapping her foot. It was very hard not to laugh at this and act as if i were sleeping, my breathing began to go weird at trying to stifle me laughter from giving away that i was conscious.

“don’t i dare what?”

He asked confused, though completely knowing what she was talking about, she rolled over, releasing her hands from my shirt and around my neck.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up pouring ice water over the pair of us, something like that he would do, it just the mind of Brian, too predictable, cliché.

“you know exactly what... let them sleep”

She told him, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the door, now was my chance to got him. I picked up some near by peanuts and pegged them at the back of his head, most of them actually missed him and hit the wall or just fell to the floor but it caught his attention none the less.

“too cliché mate... try something less noticeable next time aye”

I said, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets, stunned that i was talking and awake. I stuck my tongue out at him, he inhaled deeply, he hated it when anyone was smart to him or he had missed the opportunity to humiliate anyone, i made sure he could see before Josie continued to pull him away.

The door slammed shut, echoing through the rest of the apartment. We were alone, she was asleep and i was wide awake. I brushed my fingers on the side of her face, then kissing her cheek.

“rise and shine Camille darling”

I whispered into her ear. Her eyes fluttered open, not to reveal a vivid green but a beautiful hazel, this wasn’t Camille.

“huh?... Camille... im Natalie you silly duffer”

She said, sitting up on one arm looking dead at me in the eyes, not breaking contact. I looked down under her nose, the distinct markings of permanent marker were visible, as if imitating a moustache, what in the world, was she dressing up in drag, i couldn’t help but laugh.

“What is it”

She asked, not knowing what in the hell i was laughing at, i was going to make it all sinister now, try and fool her and confuse the fuguggle out of her, she is going to hate me for doing this.