A Day in My Life

Pathetic

That night I was pathetic. I'll admit it. But horror movies were terrifying!!! 

At about 2 AM, I woke up abruptly with a yell. Another nightmare. 

I looked over and saw that Dylan was fast asleep. Not for long. 

"Dylan, are you awake?" I politely asked.

Then I grabbed his shoulder and tried to shake him awake.

"Dyllllllaannn." I whispered. 

He mumbled and flipped over, facing me but still asleep. 

I grabbed his shoulder again and shook harder.

"DYLLLLLAN!" I said, sticking my face right up next to his. He slowly opened his eyes and then saw me, only a couple inches away.

"AHHHH! FUCK, KOTA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he said sitting up.

"Good, you're awake." I said with a small smile.

He brushed his messy crazy hair back and groggily said "What do you want?" 

I sat up too and in a small voice said "I had a nightmare. Help." 

Pathetic, I know.

Dylan smiled, enjoying this. 

"Just go to sleep Dakota." he suggested.

"Oh. Good idea. I didn't think of that." I answered monotonously, and sarcastically. 

He fell back onto his bed and held one arm out with an arrogant smile. I smiled, and raised my eyebrows. He nodded and said "Come on." I jumped next to him and hugged his side, squeezing into the space allotted perfectly. Then I pulled the blanket up so it went up to just above my chin and maybe to his ribs. 

"You baby." he said with a smile.

I let it go just this once and quickly fell asleep. 

In the morning, I felt the weight of an arm pull off of me, and then something slipped out from under me and quickly I was sent rolling away and off the bed. I smacked onto the carpet and ended up facedown, my arm bent painfully under me. 

I pushed myself up on my arms and rose. "JERK!" I yelled, putting my chin on the bed and seeing him looking over at me laughing.

"You were on my arm." he said, holding his hands up defensively. 

"So you didn't have to roll me off the bed!" I yelled.

He just got up and stretched. "Calm down. It wasn't like I punched you or anything." 

"That's because you know not to. I'd kick your ass." I said with a smirk. I talked some big words for someone over a foot shorter with no strength or special skills, I know. 

He laughed and said "Oh really?"

"Yes, really!" I answered, walking over to him and lifting my chin up. 

He flicked my forehead and said "No way shorty." and he turned to walk out the door.

So I ran towards him and shoved his back with all my strength. Although it ordinarily wouldn't move him an inch, he was caught completely unaware, and he fell forward and hit his face on the door. He regained his balance but he spun around and I saw a small mark on his chin.

He shook his head and his face was incredulous. 

"You are so going to regret that." he said shaking his head. 

I bit my lip and then ran towards the door. I caught him by surprise one more time and actually weaved around him and made it out the door. Instead of running downstairs, I sprinted over to Blake's room. That may seem stupid, but if I ran in a straight line I knew he would catch me easier. As much as it pained me to say it, he was faster because of his longer legs. I managed to get into Blake's room and hop on his bed, and I immediately tried to burrow under the blankets to safety. Dylan jumped on top of me and tried to pull me off the  bed and put me in headlock but I was too far buried under that he got confused.