Eccedentesiast || l.r.h.

Chapter 20 - Unconscious

Luke left my side and a waft of cold air brushed my left arm where Luke was. He picked out a DVD and squatted down to insert it into the DVD player under the TV.

"What are you playing?" I asked him as he walked back and placed the blanket over himself. "You'll see," he said.

Then the movie started playing and I recognized it. Paranormal Activity. "Who screams first is the rotten egg," he whispered with his eyes on the movie. I smirked in return while looking at the glass screen of the television too.

Throughout the whole movie, nobody screamed. I mean it wasn't all that scary, until you get to the end. The last part was the part I could never get over. It was when the possessed girl threw her man across the room and it was all dark and shit. Yeah, that part was a killer. Then she slowly looked up at the camera and I tucked my face into Luke's shoulder unintentionally.

He was jumpy at first so when the scene was over, I lifted my head slowly and looked at his face. It was indescribable. He looked surprised mostly but he also looked ready to protect. "S-sorry, I hate that part of the movie," I came clean. His eyes shrunk from all the surprise to his subtle eyes and smiled, "Yeah no problem. I hate that part too. I would've done what you did but I would probably end up in your boobs."

"Perv," I smacked his hand and giggled. He chuckled, "Another movie?" "Hell yeah."

Yet again, another movie.

-Luke's P.O.V.-
I watched as her eyelids droop down to meet her waterline. She had her head rested on my shoulder but I doubt she was aware of it.

She never snores, not that I watch her sleep. It's always us left on a Friday night at 2AM. First Ashton snores away, then Calum dozes off, Michael leaves us both to enter Lala Land, Luke slowly slips away and then it leaves me, just me. It was a familiar pattern. But tonight was different. Luke fell asleep on my shoulder. Beside me. It was usually me on the far left side of the couch and her on the right, with separate blankets.

But when she had fallen asleep before me without a fail. I just watch her. It's weird, I know, but I do. I just couldn't help me. In daylight she was feisty, under the moonlight? She was a fucking angel.

I'm not going to lie, that night when she was cuddled beside me. I was going to kiss her goodnight as if she were my own. But she wasn't, bummer. I don't think she'd ever will be. She doesn't seem to like me very much. Not as much as how she adores Michael. I can't argue with that, everyone loves Michael. He's such kitten. Okay that was weird, but also true.

There was always at least an hour of me observing her like a test subject until I fall asleep. But that might I felt as if I could go on for the whole night looking at her. Appreciating her features. She may have a twin, but she would definitely leave a different taste in guy's tongue than her sister.

Maybe a kiss wouldn't hurt. I pivoted my head to the right where her head was resting and leaned in a little to caress her forehead with my lips.

But as I leaned it, she shifted herself. I didn't know if she was unconscious but I couldn't take any chances. I swung my head over to the opposite side. At the time, I didn't know whether I should pretend I was sleeping or continue watching television.

But my eyes were wide open staring at the television. The race of my heart could probably awaken the whole flat if you hold a microphone to my beating chest. I was worried about what she had thought if she had found out I tried to kiss her when she was knocked out. I would probably be charged for raping who knows.

I kept my eyes on the telly always. Until minutes passed and there was no sign of movement from either one of us. I looked over to her and thank god she was still asleep. She probably moved because she felt uncomfortable and it was just a reflex. See, even her unconscious self is uncomfortable with me. What's a boy to do.