Stockholm Syndrome (Punk Harry) -Bwwm

Two:

When I wake up I feel... different. Zave's arms are still around me but now my back is pressed to his chest. My alarm hasn't gone off yet but Zave needs to leave before it does because if my mom sees him here she will be pissed; but if Will sees him there will be a problem.

I roll over hoping it will wake him up subtly. His eyes flutter before they open slightly. When he sees me he smiles, "What time is it? " His voice is deep and groggy but I kind of like it.

"It's six fifteen."

He yawns as he reaches towards the ceiling stretching his arms while also letting me out of his embrace. I sit up doing the same. Zave grabs my arm slowly bringing me back to him.

Our faces are inches from each other. I think for a second that he's going to kiss me again but he doesn't. He just looks at me. He brings his hand to my face caressing it softly. The whole thing is kind of weird but just before it takes a plunge into creepy he kisses my cheek gently. Then, without a word, he gets up and walks towards my window.

Once he leaves I sit back up. Ok, that was odd. I decide not to think about it so much. Zave is just really emotional right now. My alarm goes off at 6:30. The bus comes at 7:45. I should just turn off my alarm and take a shower.

I cross my room going into my bathroom. I draw the curtains to my shower turning on the water. I turn towards the mirror jumping a little when I see what is in it. Wow, bed head is fierce. How did Zave even stare at me for so long? I can barely even look at myself.

Oh well though, the shower awaits. I strip reluctantly, wondering if I locked my window or if Zave will pop back up. I decide that it's safe as I step into the shower. The water is really hot but I love it.

I feel my muscles relax as the water washes over me. Showers are so calming. I wash myself up picturing what outfit I want to wear. It feels like a skirt kind of day. I usually hate skirts but I'm not really in the mood for pants, my legs need to breathe. In that case I guess it means I'm going without leggings.

When I get out of the shower I dry myself off. I wrap my towel around my body exiting into my room. In my closet it seems like my skirt is about the only thing I can never find. Finally I see it sticking out of the very last place I'd look.

It is cobalt blue. It's made of very flowy material. The waistband stretches around my stomach just over my naval and the skirt stops about mid thigh.

I like wearing this skirt because it makes Anthony get all hot and bothered. I think it's funny. Also guys stare at me when I wear this. I'm not one for it but sometimes it's nice to feel noticed.

Along with the skirt I match a plain white tank top and a black leather jacket that only comes down just past my chest. This should be cute.

After putting lotion all over my body I slide my skirt up my legs. I slide it slowly up to my stomach. Ah, my legs feel so free. I don't like to show it much but I enjoy my legs being free. I just recently started to have sort of a guilty pleasure for skirts. I hate skirts and dresses because I feel so exposed but sometimes when I'm in the right mood I simply feel comfortable.

I take a deep breath as I finish getting dressed. For some reason I feel odd, something feels off about this outfit. I look down at myself. I think I look nice, so what's missing? I take a few steps towards my mirror and it hits me. Well, an awkward breeze hits me; but it does remind me what's missing.

I make my way to my dresser pulling a pair of spandex out of my top drawer. I always wear spandex under my skirt just in case I have to run to class or if I go up a staircase in front of guys in my school. I like to be looked at sometimes but that is a different story.