Broken Walls [COMPLETED]

Chapter Three

I wake up, half expecting to be at home in Rockford with my brother and my mom. But instead, I was in a mansion with my childhood enemy who I was suddenly beginning to fall for. How am I handling the situation? I'm not! All my life I have kept my heart protected and all of the sudden this boy comes and tries to turn my heart to mush. No matter what I do, it doesn't work with him.

I slump out of bed and into the vanity chair looking in the mirror, to where I discover that I have a bad case of the bed head. I grab my brush and begin untangling my hair. Once I am satisfied, I let it droop off my shoulders. I tip toe into Landon's room, only to find him stretched out over half of the king sized bed. I walk over to his bed and poke his shoulder gently to wake him up. Almost simultaneously, he unconsciously grabs my arm and pulls me onto the bed. He wraps his arms around my waist like I'm his personal teddy bear. "Let go of me you big oaf." I whisper, struggling to get free. After using all my energy, I finally give up and lay still beside Landon. Before I have time to stop myself, I start to drift back off to sleep.

When I wake up again, I'm under Landon's blankets with my head resting on his bare chest. One of his arms is on mine, holding me close, and the other is behind his head. He still smells amazing, like honey and cologne. I listen to his heart beat as he slowly begins to wake up. He starts stroking my arm with his thumb as he takes a deep breath. "Good morning Mr. Sleepy-pants." I say softly, not trying to break away. His chest rumbles as he chuckles. "Hey. When'd you get in here?"

"It's hard to explain." I say after thinking about it for a while. "Um, okay. So what do you want to do today?" Just lay here with you. I think to myself, but then I decide not to say that out loud because Landon is known for having an enormous ego. So why add fuel to the fire? But I do nuzzle my head into his chest as pulls me closer. "Well we don't have any food..." I remind him. "We can go to the grocery store." He replies. I feel his stomach churning right before I nod and pull away from him, slipping out of his bed despite how much my mind begged me not to.

I pulled him out of bed and slapped him in the face. "Don't you ever try to spoon with me again." I say pretending to angry. He laughs and stretches. "If I recall, you were the one cuddled on me." I roll my eyes and begin to walk away. "In your dreams Band-aid Brain." I seriously don't know where I come up with all the immature names, but I think having a twin brother kinda affected it.

I walk into my bathroom and go through the wake-up routine. When all is complete, I go to my closet in my room and begin looking for something to wear for the day. I settle for a light blue pair shorts and a tucked, long sleeve floral blouse. I pull my hair up into a high pony tail and finish the look with a pair of floral vans that match my shirt perfectly. As I tie my shoe laces, I hear Landon walking towards my room. He stands in the doorway, fully dressed wearing a plaid unbuttoned t-shirt and a gray v-neck t-shirt under it. He has on a pair of jean shorts and black toms. I wished that I had taken out a pair of heels, once I remembered how tall he was.

We walk down opposite stair cases and go to the front door. I go out and run to his black Ford Taurus (look it up) and jump in the driver seat. He walks slowly over to car, holding the keys tightly. "You're not driving Belle." He says, using my middle name. I scold him for doing so. " Don't ever call me that again, and yes. Yes I am." I put my hands on the wheel and wiggle in my seat. "Get up," He says. I pout and argue, until finally I give up when he points out that I don't even know where the store is. Instead of getting out, I slide over the gear stick and plop into the passenger seat.

Fuzz-wad smiles and gets into the car. He buckles up, as I do and we pull out of the circular drive way. I reach for the radio, when he stops me by grabbing my hand and pushing it away, making room for his own hand. We argue about what we are going to listen to, considering I refuse to listen to sports and he refuses to listen to pop. I win the argument with my fantastic personality and I sing along with the pop radio for the entire ride. Landon looks severely frustrated as he runs his hand through his sexy hair. "Aww what the matter?" I tease in a baby voice. "Is Mr. Jealous tired of my angelic singing?" He rolls his eyes. "I wasn't jealous last night! I just know that you're mine and he shouldn't flirt with you unless he wants his eyes poked out with a fork."