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Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Dylan’s P.O.V

I groaned at the movement that was wrenching me from my sleep. What was that? It was…almost like I was…jumping? But, I was laying down, right? And, something next to me was radiating heat. What happened to my blanket? Why am I cold? I cracked open one eye, only to groan and shut it again at the bright room. What the hell is going on?! Normally I close the dark curtains to my room before I fall asleep so this doesn’t happen! When I leave them open, it lets in more light and makes me want to keep my eyes closed! What the hell?!

I rolled over, only to feel a warm and surprisingly soft lump under me. I groaned again, pulling my hand up from my side, trying to feel what it was.

“Dylan? What are you doing?” A weirdly familiar female voice asked, cutting through the sleepy fog of my brain.

Then, I instantly opened my eyes, only seeing pink skin. Oh fuck! What did I do?! I looked further up, and saw more leg, and more. Then, I saw a pair of jean shorts that went down to the knee. Then what…I sat up, looking down to see a red mark on the lower part of a leg. Okay, so obviously I was laying on a leg. I let my eyes wonder back up to the person. The white shorts had thrown me off. I got to the t-shirt and instantly knew who it was. It was pink, so there was only one person.

I laid back down, my head hitting my pillow hard. “Amanda, go away.” I groaned into it. I rolled onto my stomach, hugging my pillow to my face.

She sighed. “No. You just attacked my leg with your face.”

Then, I heard a voice I never want to hear first thing in the morning. Especially when Amanda was sitting on my bed, in shorts, and a t-shirt, looking completely at home. “Dylan? What’s Amanda doing here?” I could hear accusation in his voice. He obviously didn’t like the fact that she was here. Well, why would he? She’s his crush, and she’s sitting on my bed.

“I don’t know. But make her leave. Please.” I groaned deeply into my pillow once again. I shivered. Why the hell am I so cold?! “Woman, did you take my blanket?” I called to Amanda.

She giggled. “Maybe. I wanted you to get up. So I took it off you. You only rolled over though, so I tried bouncing you up and down. Looks like it worked.”

“So you just got here?” I asked her, groggily, finally sitting up. I noticed Sam was still standing in the doorway, looking dazed at the sight of Amanda sitting on my bed. Believe me, so was I.

“No. I’ve been here for about an hour. I’ve just been talking to your brothers and mother.” she said happily. Almost like it wasn’t the weirdest thing to come to my house and chat up my family without me even being awake. No, not weird at all. Note the sarcasm.

“Wait, why are you half naked?” Sam asked.

“Wah…?” I said sleepily, looking down at myself. I was startled awake quickly. I was only wearing a pair of boxers with the coca cola bear on them, holding a glass bottle of coca cola, printed all over my boxers. “What the hell?! Amanda…oh my God.” I groaned, just collapsing onto my back, not even wanting to deal with them. “Just…go away, both of you. It’s a very ungodly hour.”

“No hour is ungodly. God created all hours. But anyway, no. It’s noon, actually. I slept in today. You’re lucky.” Amanda said. “Oh, and Pepsi is so much better.”

I sat up, instantly remembering that Pepsi was her favorite soft drink. Oh no she didn’t. “No, coke is the best. You can’t mock Coca Cola. It has an awesome spokesperson.” I gestured to the bear on my boxers to make a point. “What does Pepsi have? Nothing.”