Evie
The soft tapping, clicks of a mouse that was far too loud in the silent room. Luke and I had finally returned back to the hotel after being out all day; just taking pictures and exploring. Just being a couple. Since it now is beginning to become later, we decide to settled down upon the bed in my hotel room. Luke was laying down, kind of half propped up on the bed head and i was sitting with my legs crossed facing the head of the bed and Luke. A gentle hand rested on the curve of my right knee, caressing it slowly. I mumbled to myself about stupid brothers signing me up for stupid contests without telling me for stupid reasons. A comfortable silence then falls between us. Luke is tapping away at his phone and me at my computer editing the uploaded photographs. Luke seemed unusually quiet. Like there was something upon his mind. I wanted to ask him about it. But each time I've asked him i get the I'm fine. When in reality i know he's not. I leave it for now, knowing that he won't say a thing especially now that he wants me to submit these photos as soon as i can.
It was taking much longer to edit these photos than I thought it would, not that I didn't enjoy it but it was due in t minus 20 minutes and here I was editing the final two out of ten that I had to send in.
"What are you doing?"
It was a muffled groan that startled me out of my saving the final product, the final picture only needed a bit of turning and a few touch ups thankfully, and I squawked in surprise. Looking down, bleary blue eyes were staring into mine with little to no focus. His hand has stilled on my leg, a sharp contrast to all the gentle soothing. He continued doing it subconsciously in his sleep? Last i had really noticed; which hadn't been that long ago, he'd been doing something on his phone, not wanting to disturb me while I was doing the cool clicky thing to make it all look awesome but I told him he was more than welcome to watch TV or something. He was seemingly content with the soft clicks, occasional tap-tapping of the keyboard. I hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep.
"Did I wake you?" He made a noncommittal sound, his fingers stealing my hand from my keyboard and putting it in his hair as he elongated in a stretch that was not unlike a cats. I laughed softly, stroking strands of blonde hair that were standing up in weird positions all along his head. He hummed contentedly, reaching out and sliding the laptop a little further down my legs as he all but curled up in my lap.
"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but laugh when his soft lips pressed to the curve of my thigh, and wow, alright. We were comfortable enough with each other to do that. "I just need to send it in."
"No."
"No?"
"No. You need to sleep." He mumbled, "Got to ride the llama's with Captain Hook tomorrow." I startled, looking down at him with a confused expression. What?
"Luke?" A rambunctious snore echoed in the room and I clasped a startled hand to my mouth as I snorted. He was a mess. A mess that was laying in my lap so heavily asleep that I couldn't move him without fully waking him up. He told me once that he couldn't go back to sleep once he was fully awake, not until he was asleep on his feet and the boy needed sleep so I did what every good girlfriend person would do.
I sat my laptop on his head and finished up my editing. Watching it send was satisfying, the sharp whooshing noise telling me that I could sleep was good enough for me and I shut the computer, laying it to the side. I had about every intention to turn myself around and but i couldn't bring myself to move, i didn't want to wake him. I leaned back until my back rested comfortably on the bed; my legs now bent as a result of Luke moving his head towards my stomach.
I woke up alone again, but in a different position to what i remember falling asleep in. The sound of birds chirping at ridiculous decibels the only sound in the room. I had been moved during the night, my body now facing the right way, but i was laying flat and my neck resting against the headboard. As a result my neck was now screaming in pain and if the warmth on the opposite side of the bed was anything to go by, it'd been recently. The bathroom clicked open quietly, a steam cloud coming out with about the nicest view a girl could wake up to.
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FanficEvie-Rose isn't your run of the muck, ordinary 18 year old girl. The young Australian girl has dreams, dreams of being a photographer for the magazines she has always read growing up. This dream quickly becomes a reality when one of the best photogr...