Forgive This Trouble in my Heart. (Drew/Kier) ~FVK

A New Life.

Drews POV:

This is it. This is actually the day that would either ruin everything, or solve a few questions that are still hanging around in my brain constantly.. Of course, Kier is the man in question. I haven't had one minute. Not one, where i haven't thought about him. And i just want to find out what this.. emotion is. Or.. more like find out what i'm refusing to believe.. Do i honestly.. feel attracted to him? Attracted to a man i'd met in one night, having ended up falling asleep on him by the end of it. The things i do.. It embarasses me sometimes..but.. i wouldn't warm up to someone that quickly. He must be special. My Wooly sense feels it. 

I rolled over limply, and sprawled out on my back on the bumpy mattress, staring up at the dark ceiling above. This has been frequent lately. And it's all because of him. I just can't get him out of my head. And it was costing me most of my nights since the wedding.. I rubbed my aching eyes roughly, and sat up. The covers rolling down from my bare chest. I've felt so self-concious lately. Like, i'm too skinny.. i hardly eat. My hair is never right. I'll only look at my reflection to put on my eyeliner.. I'm just.. not happy. Not unless he's in my sight. I feel like i'm not good enough.. Though i shouldn't be thinking like this.. He's perfect. And it kills me. Do you think he's thinking about me too?.. I ran my fingers through the clump of messy hair hanging over my eyes, and my gaze flew to the clock. 4am.. 7 hours until he's here. Until he comes to live with us. With me, in my room. I shook my head, and quickly fell back into my mass of pillows, burying my thumping head within its silky mess. This is going to be a tough morning.

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"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLSIFER." A yell sounded through my room, as i suddenly darted from the covers, scrambling through the mess of sheets to grab my mug as the closest weapon. And there just happened to be a certain 'Beveridge' curled up on the carpet, tears raining down his face in a fit of girl-ish giggles.. You huge child Bevers. "How many times, have i told you not to wake me up like that?" I said groggily, putting the mug down, before rubbing the sleep from my lashes. I leant my chin in my hand, and smirked as Laurence finally climbed up from the floor, wiping his eyes. He does put a smile on my face..

I rolled my eyes, and watched him curiously, as he slowly stumbled over to open the curtains, sunlight shooting through. "What's with the wakeup call, and the curtains.. and already being dressed, Beveridge? It's 8am." I asked, squinting my eyes slightly, as the light struck my skin. He just turned around, and sat beside me, smirking at the most uncomfortable distance.. I stared intensely, until he made the slightest sign of life.. "Well. Had to make sure you were up in time for your boyfriend, see." He winked, rolling off the bed rapidly, and running out of the room, quicker than i've ever seen ANYONE run.. 

I felt the heat creep up my cheeks imediately, as i stared at the doorway. I.. didn't feel the need to deny anything.. So.. Woah. No no. Just get up, and get dressed, and ignore Beveridge for the day. - Sounds like a plan. So, what soon followed was the 'make-the-room-look-half-decent' problem. Now that's a challenge.. I tugged up the piles of boxers, marvel figures, shirts and money from around the carpet, and attempted to fit them into draws neatly. My bed looked.. decent. For now anyway. And i scavanged around the wardrobes, tugging out my best clothes.. My Star Wars t-shirt, followed by my un-spoilt black skinnies. I think i was pretty much ready. Just the ol' makeup to do, and i'll be satisfied...  

2 hours to wait. Well. Better early than nothing, right.?

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