Someone Like Me

Chapter Thirty: I Don't Think I Would Build A Shrine For The Dress....

I felt closer to Dalton after that day. He had to go back to work afterwards and Charlie took me home. As much as I wanted to stay and listen to him sing, I needed to get home to get stuff done. My laundry was piling up, my room needed cleaning, and I wanted to re-organize my closet and desk before the start of the school year.

School was almost here and I only had two weeks left before I had to go back to that hell hole. Dalton knew of this and he would always laugh at me, in a teasing way. He had already graduated from his online schooling and doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Lucky.

I spent the rest of that day cleaning my room and ended up falling asleep late in the night with it half finished.

For once my mother and sister didn't drag me with them the next day, so that meant that they were going to some social gathering where they didn't want me there. I was fine with that because then I had the house to myself and didn't have to listen to them gossip and enjoy themselves in their happy lives.

I forced myself to get up around noon because I heard loud knocking downstairs. I was only wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a grey t-shirt when I opened the door to see Dalton standing there with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

"Dalton," I was surprised to see him here.

"Hey," He grinned.

"I thought you were gunna be busy all day?" I questioned while letting him into the house. He closed the door behind himself.

"I took a day off," He answered. "I wanted to be with my Angel."

"I like the sound of that," I smiled as he kissed my lips quickly. "But you're going to have to deal with me cleaning."

"I don't care," He shrugged while taking off his boots. Once he was finally done, he followed me up to my room where I moved things off of my bed and on top of my desk so that he had somewhere to sit. He made himself comfortable within seconds and turned on the TV to an unfamiliar show on the History channel, "Your room's a disaster."

"Thanks," I grumbled sarcastically while folding clothes over at the couch. He let out a chuckle before looking back at the TV. The room was filled with silence as we did our own thing but I enjoyed having him in my presence even though we weren't doing something together.

"Where is your mother and Peaches?" Dalton's voice rang out a couple minutes later once I was done folding all my jeans. I placed them in the basket so that I could carry them over to my closet and put them away.

"Out somewhere, they should be home around six." I explained, "That's when they're usually home and complaining." I went into my closet and left the door open so that I could see him while I put everything away.

"Alright...I'll leave by then." He chuckled softly while getting up out of the bed. He came over to the closet door and watched me put my jeans away in the drawers. "So that's where you keep it," I glanced over to see that his eyes were looking at the dress in the corner.

"Yeah, it's safe there."

"I was expecting some shrine for the dress,"

"What?" I was totally confused.

"Nothing," He was laughing at himself and I punched him in the arm.

"Idiot."

"Bingo!"

"Seriously?"

"It's the only explanation for why I came here without knowing if your devil twin and mother were here or not."

"Good point," I decided to play along with him. His mouth hung open at my response and I held back a laugh.

"Gee, I see how you think of me now,"

"Well, it also explains why you're with me." I shrugged while closing my drawers and try to leave but Dalton blocked the way. I could see the annoyed look his was giving me and the only reason for it was because of what I had just said to him.

"Any man in his right mind would want to be with you. Don't say that."

"I was joking," I mumbled.

"Still, that was a bit much."

"I'm sorry," I looked away from him.

"You're fine, but you owe me now." I squealed when his arms wrapped around my legs and he threw me over his shoulder.

"Dalton! Put me down," I punched his back as he turned around and left my closet. In a few steps he was by my bed and he tossed me down on it. I looked up with wide eyes as he crawled into bed next to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and then pulled me down with him. I tilted my head up and watched as he closed his eyes then pull me close to his side.

"Nap time," He mumbled softly.

"I have stuff to do Dalton," I whispered back and he shook his head at me.

"Later, I just want to cuddle with my Angel."

"Now?" I still needed to clean my room, finish putting away clothes, and vacuum my room.

"Yup...sleep." His hand made it to the back of my head and his pushed gently so that my head rested against his chest. I breathed in his musky scent and my body began to relax from the common smell that always could put me to sleep. He quickly became calm.

I just wish that we both weren't heavy sleepers that afternoon.