The Drama With My Drama Teacher

Two in A Bed and The Teacher One Said

Two in A Bed and The Teacher One Said

The floor is comfier than I thought. On the other hand, the atmosphere is more tense than I thought.

"So you're sure I'm not wearing your father or brother's pyjamas?" Finn asks me through the darkness.

"Yes, they're mine" I reassure him, readjusting the blanket around myself. Finn is currently lying in my bed. Tomorrow, when he's gone, I'm going to just lie in bed and breathe in his scent.

Oh God, am I really going to be that girl?

"Why do you own men's pyjamas that aren't even nearly your size?" Finn asks me, and I smile, thinking about how nice he looked in them.

"They're comfier, and they're more loungewear than pyjamas" I inform him. I roll over onto my side, propping myself up so I can see Finn. He's lying unnaturally still in bed.

Finn notices me staring at him and rolls over onto his side too, so he's looking at me. "How's the floor?" He asks me and I smile.

"Not too bad" I tell him from my camp bed of pillows, blankets and a random half a duvet I found in the spare room "And try and relax a little, don't be taking my bed for granted" I chuckle

"I wouldn't ever take a bed for granted, believe me. I spent six months sleeping on Josh and Amanda's floor after I split up with my girlfriend. I think it'll mess my back up when I'm older" Finn confesses, giving me a small smile.

"Sounds like a rough break-up. Did she kick you out?" I ask, then immediately wonder if that was too personal.

"No, we split quite amicably, I just needed my own space, but couldn't afford it at the time. I was still trying to be a writer" He smiles at the memory. "These pillows are very uncomfortable"

I watch as Finn struggles to plump the pillows. "That's because you're doing it wrong" I laugh. I continue to watch him struggle, until he nearly throws the pillow off the bed. "Let me do it!"

I get up from the floor and jump onto the bed, wrestling the pillow from Finn. "They're hand stuffed with some kind of faux feathers, you have to be very delicate" I say, and plump the pillows how they should be plumped.

Finn is watching me intently. My crossed legs are resting against his chest and his face is mere inches away from mine. Everything is much more intimate in the dark.

Maybe I shouldn't be this close to Finn, even if I want to be.

"There, that should be better" I say, placing the pillow behind Finn's head. I lean towards him, and my hand accidentally brushes his chest as I pull it back.

"It is" Finn says, swallowing "Thank you"

I avoid his eyes. "I'm not sure I can sleep. I'm afraid of what Sarah's going to say tomorrow. It could be my future" I confess, looking away from him.

Finn sits up, and reaches out for my face. "It's not going to happen to you. I'm not going to let it. I promise" He soothes, stroking my face with his thumb.

I nod, not quite believing him. "Will you..." I begin, but trail off. It's selfish of me to ask of him what I know he can't do.

"Finish your sentence" Finn whispers, entwining my hair into his fingers.

"I can't" I tell him, and in my eyes he knows the words I'm about to say to him. He knows they cross the line. He knows my request is not purely professional.

"I want you to ask anyway" Finn whispers to me, his eyes soft and a small smile on his lips. He's given me permission to ask the question, but he hasn't agreed to the request.