Keeper (bajancanadian) editing/re-writing

eight

Most of this chapter is going to kind of explain Bri's feelings towards Mitch.

Sorry it took so long, I rewrote it.

And it's short lawl but I have an idea that'll take a whole chapter and I want to move this along so I can get to some later chapters, I have some events planned :3

Have to go write Em's Tymily smut after this so enjoy baiiii.

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The moonlight peeks through the cracks in the blinds, creating stripes on the bedspread. I can hear light snoring and my own quiet breathing as I begin to wake, my eyes starting to crack open. My left eye opens slightly and I'm met with an unfamiliar room, but a very familiar guy.

Mitch sleeps next to me, or halfway under me because his arm is around me and my head is on his chest. His breathing begins putting me back to sleep, but my eyes stay open. My thoughts begin drifting instead, thinking about waking up every morning just like this.

Kissing him.

Holding him.

Loving him.

I blink a few times to rid myself of the thought; I can't have these feelings about him. I just can't.

I look at the closed window, memorizing the gaps in the blinds to distract myself. I want to get up, but I don't want to at the same time. My head is telling me to get up, but my heart is telling me to stay.

To want to stay like this forever.

I shake my head slightly, shifting my position. I put my hand on his bare chest, then lay my head back down, sighing quietly. I suddenly feel his bare skin against mine on our stomachs, and the butterflies immediately threaten to make me blush. My cold body touches his warm one, starting to make me warm just by being pressed against him.

I begin to wonder about about if it would ever be just me and him, skin pressed against skin, body to body under the sheets. What would it be like?

I mentally face palm myself, biting my lip and whispering. "Don't think about that."

He'd never want you like that, anyway. I scolded myself, staring at the wall past the sleeping Mitch.

You're just friends. That's all you'll ever be.

Talk about friend-zoned, I laugh to myself bitterly, shutting my eyes.

I gently remove his hand from around me, sitting up in the bed. Running a hand through my long hair, I look back down at the sleeping form next to me. The longing pains me, so I pull the blankets off of myself and slide off the bed.

My socks help me silently pad into the bathroom, taking a shower, brushing my teeth and hair, and then walking back out in some leggings and Mitch's sweatshirt. He's still sleeping, so I decide to leave him alone, he deserves to sleep off the jet lag.

I take my phone from its charger, slipping it into the hem of my leggings and walking out of the room before shutting the door quietly, but not before sneaking a peak of Mitch sleeping.

Creepy, much? I frown at myself, shaking my head and walking down the hallway towards the stairs. I pass Scarlette and Jerome's room, where I can hear some quiet snoring, which makes me laugh. I cover my mouth, half to muffle my giggling and half to cover my yawn, as I reach the stairs, holding onto the railing and making sure my foot is planted on each stair before walking so I don't accidentally make a fool of myself the first day I'm here.

When I reach the base of the stairs, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness before walking into the kitchen I saw last night, or earlier, and go through the cabinets until I find what I'm looking for; hot cheetos.

After I grab a cup of water, I explore a little more until I find the room behind the stairs, which happens to be the living room. It's gorgeous, just like the rest of the house, and the couches look so comfortable. Folding myself up on the L-shaped couch, I take the blanket from the other couch and sit cross-legged.

Turning the tv on, I flip through channels until I find something I can at least tolerate. I open the bag of chips, stuffing my face as I sit there, trying to forget about my thoughts for now.