BitterSweet

Chapter 9: Don't Kill My Vibe

Song Name: Don't Kill My Vibe- Sigrid
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I flutter my eyes open, gazing into Blake's sculpted face. His steady breathing and light snoring makes his cheekbones look defined yet soft at the same time. Which by the way, is #superadorable. His arm already slung over my waist pulls me closer to his shirtless, chizled body. I stare his at full, pillowy lips that are slightly parted, suddening having the urge to grab his face and smash my lips into his. I hesitantly caress his face, only to have it start morphing into someone else. Dark eyes,wavy hair, strong jawline, but a bleeding nose.

"You're going to pay for what you did to me Ava" the face growls before completing the transformation.

My once smiling face is stricken by shock.

I'm not afraid of him, I am afraid of his capabilities.

"D-Damien?" I utter.

Damien's face glazes over with the evilest grin known to man. He grabs my throat, crushing my windpipe. My lungs are starting to shrivel, leaving me suffocating under the regret for my actions.

I jolt awake, coaxing myself that it was all a dream and that I am curled up in my bed,sun in my face or maybe just maybe, lying next to a shirtless boy named Blake.

This gives me restless hope so I open my eyes and... nothing. Nothing at all. Not my room and no cute and very shirtless Blake. Hell, there's not even any sun coming through the windows.

I huff and roll out of the bed. I look at the desk clock which says 6:45.

"I never even get up this early at home!" I groan.

Blake's elephant snoring fills the room, half-answering my questioning thought as to why I am up this early.

My bladder starts knocking on the door, alerting me that the dam is going to break any time now.

I tiptoe which slowly turns into the pee dance over towards Blake. I tap him on the shoulder three times. No response. Not a stir, not a murmur, nada nothing.

" Blakeeee." I tested, shaking his shoulders.

"Leave me alone Chris.. I don't know where the remote is at." he grumbled in his sleep, rolling over.

" Just forget it, you're no use" I roll my eyes, opening the door and going out into the hallway.

I look at both sides peering at the many, many, many doors. I start opening and running into locked doors left and right looking for a bathroom. I reach Damien's door, not wanting to open it but realizing that the only bathroom I saw was in there.

"Maybe I should wait until somebody else wakes up.. Skip that I really gotta go pee" I debated.

I twist the knob and stroll in, scanning the room before I go any further. The coast is clear.

* Hello readers. Remember me, the ripoff Lizzie Mcguire cartoon version thing or whatever.. yeah I'll just shut up now. I haven't said anything in a while, I've just been sitting back watching it all go down hill...*hangs and shakes head* But seriously I always thought it was, "the ghost is clear" not "the coast is clear".. Was it just me? *Smells something burning* Oh shoot! Gotta blast! My popcorn's burning!*

I slip into the bathroom door unnoticed. I finish up, flushing the toilet and washing my hands. I waltz through the door, feeling refreshed. I glance up into the same face that woke me up out of my sleep.

"I was just about to come looking for you" he said, voice deep and husky.

" Uh... Well you found me..." I replied, cracking a slight smile.