taylor:
i wake up and feel the empty bed beside me.
i look around the room and see zach asleep on his bed.
what?
did he move?
he sits up suddenly, and sees me looking at him.
"i've been waiting for you to get up. weston is eating." he grins.
"uh, zach?" i say, my voice raspy, as i rub my eyes and sit up.
"yeah?"
"did i ever have a nightmare last night?"
"um... no?" he says, more of a question, letting my eyes meet his.
"so you didn't come wake me up from my nightmare in the middle of the night??"
"no.. what are you talking about?"
my mouth goes dry.
"i... i don't know. i guess i must've dreamed it."
he nods and gets out of bed and walks out, and i follow him.
my head is swirling with thoughts as i follow him.
if it didn't happen, why would i imagine it?
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after breakfast, i go upstairs and brush my teeth and brush my hair, pulling it back in a ponytail, and wash my face.
i then apply mascara and walk out of the bathroom and grab my jeans from yesterday, and realize i don't have another shirt.
"hey uh zach? can i borrow a hoodie or sweatshirt?"
he grins at me as i walk through his doorway.
"of course."
he walks in his closet as i hear him rummaging through his clothes and he walks out a second later with a smirk and a black sweatshirt.
he throws it at me, and it hits me in the face, then hits the floor.
i smirk at him and pick it up, and chase after him.
he runs around to the other side of the bed, smirking at me.
"bring it, little girl."
"excuse me?! is that a challenge?"
he snorts and his eyes meet mine and turn a darker blue as he sees my expression.
"oh, you were serious?"
i nod and climb over the bed as he darts off, but his foot gets caught on the rug, and he falls down, and i fall on top of him.
i push myself off his chest a little and let my eyes meet his.
"sorry, again."
he laughs and his eyes meet mine.
his eyes hold something in them for a split second, and then it goes away.
his eyes dart from my eyes to my lips, and back to my eyes.
before i know it i'm leaning in.
what's happening?
he's my best friend... right?
my lips are centimeters away from his and the door creaks open.
my head snaps up and zach sits up.
"ill leave you two in your privacy." weston says, wiggling his eyebrows.
i roll mine and laugh.
"we just both fell on top of each other." zach says, and i nod.
"sureeeeeeeee." weston says, and walks out of the room, zach following him.
i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in.
what just happened?
and why did i like it?
