Wide awake

Chapter Nine Shockolate Chip

E.P.O.V

I was so fucking warm. I was hugging warm. Warm was hugging me. Definitely warm. I took a long, deep breath. Something smelled really good. Familiar. I moved closer to the warm and nuzzled something soft and silky. The warm smelled really fucking good. Like cookies. And flowers. And the warm made the softest little snoring sound…

I gasped, and moved as quickly as I could away from the warm until I was falling, and hitting my head against the floor with a very loud thud. I opened one eye, squinting against a very offensive bright light, and looked up at my ceiling. Warm. I scrambled up onto my knees and came face to face with a very wide eyed Bella. Her hair looked like a haystack, and she was wearing that same hoodie. In my bed. Holy Fuck.

“Holy fuck.” I croaked. My brain filter wasn’t working yet. There was Bella, sitting up in my bed, mouth forming a surprised ‘o’, and looking a lot like a little kid that just caught sneaking a peek at the Christmas present stash. What the fuck is she doing in my bed?

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” I croaked again. That goddamn brain filter, still M.I.A.

Her face grew bright red, and then her eyes brimmed with tears. She was blinking against them, but I was frozen. Utterly fucking confused and lost as to how Bella got into my bed. Without warning, Bella shot up out of the bed and began scrambling her way to the balcony door. What the fuck is she doing?

“What the fuck are you doing?” I croaked, wishing that brain filter would kick in. But she was already out the door. I ran my fingers through my hair, and tried to make sense of what the fuck was going on. But my body was stiff. Fucking hard core stiff. And for some reason, I was also a little damp. So I dragged my stiff, damp body off the floor and walked into my bathroom. Deciding showers were really very warm.

I shed off my wrinkled, damp clothes and stepped into the steaming hot shower. Warm. Right. What was that? I began searching my mind, trying to remember any significant event. I remember turkey at the Brandon’s. It was fucking good as hell too. But I was tired. Too tired to make it. So I came home. Then I tried sketching for a few hours, but it was too much, so I set my alarm…

The shampoo bottle I was holding hit the bottom of the shower with a resounding clank. I shut the water off and got out, moving to the bathroom door and opening it a crack so I could read my alarm clock. Eleven twenty two a.m.. I slowly closed the door, and then jerked it back open, just to double check. Yep. I slept for fifteen hours.

No. I slept with Bella for fifteen hours. What the fuck happened? But I felt… good. Awake. Alert. Not tired. I spun around to my mirror. My eyes were still dark, but not nearly as much as they usually are. Huh.

“Huh.” Apparently long amounts of sleep affect brain filters. Who knew? I smiled at myself in the mirror. Then my smile completely fell. I touched Bella. What the fuck was I thinking? She seemed fine though. In fact, I vaguely recall the warm hugging me back. But how is that even possible? I ran my fingers through my hair again, and started getting dressed. I was so fucking refreshed it was amazing. It was a feeling I haven’t had in so long, I wasn’t even sure it actually existed. And I was thankful for the ability to utilize my full brain capacity for once, because I was going to need it.

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School was out again today for the holiday. So I spent my afternoon thinking very hard, and came up with a few facts. The first was, something about last night was different that allowed me to sleep. The second was, Bella let me touch her, and she didn’t have any Weird Random Emotional Breakdowns. The third was, I had no idea how to explain any of it. And the fourth was, that the only person who could, left this morning upset with me.