When The Sun Sets

8

Lydia wakes up from her sleep, eyes still closed and savoring the warmth that comes from around her. She turns around and snuggles into the warmth. It's as if the blanket had never ending warmth. She knew it was unusual, but she didn't care, she was still tired from the long night she had before. She goes back to sleep letting the unknown comfort, warmth, and the feeling of safety surrounded her, she dwelled in it not ever wanting it to end. She drifted off to sleep.

As she goes to sleep Tristin wakes up in an unfamiliar place. Feeling warmth on his chest he looks down to see Lydia curled up into him and finds his arm wrapped around her. He didn't move. He didn't want to wake her up. After the long night they had together, they learned more about each other. Which included the fact that she has never stayed up that late before. With the arm that wasn't around Lydia he goes into his pocket to fish out his phone to check the time. Seeing as it was only 10 he came up with a plan so he doesn't need to stay in that position forever; if she doesn't wake up on her own then I will wake her up in an hour. I know it sounds weird but he can't even feel his arm he was being generous.

Shuffling around in the bed to find a comfortable position, he realizes he's has a massive amount of time to do anything in reach. He looks down at Lydia to see how peaceful she is. Tristin knows that's what all the books, but she isn't scared sleeping, she's afraid of the world or what could happen she's always on guard, but now she isn't she's truly peaceful. He wishes that she always looked this peaceful, like she's floating in the clouds, he's not sure on what's bothering her, but he knows he doesn't like it. Seeing her tucked into his side makes him realize how little she actually is. Like a little Lydia. He smirks just knowing how much she's going to love the new found nickname, which is just encouragement to say it more. Still looking down he watches as Lydia's eyes flutter open and as much as he doesn't want to admit it she looked like an angle.

As soon as she's awake she looks up to find Tristin, not that she's complaining. She's confused as to why Tristin is here, not only at her house but in her bed. She just stares at Tristin waiting for the lost memory to come back to her, she then precedes to remembers the night they shared, and feels like an idiot for not remembering and staring.

"Good morning." Tristin still says cheery from the thought of the new found nickname. He watches as she repeatedly reopens her eyes to get them fully open and the eye crust out of her way.

"Morning," She yawns out. She puts one of her hands on his chest to help her steady herself on the way sitting up. She wipes her eyes while asking. "What time is it?"

Waiting for an answer she stretches her arms above her head. Taking out his phone Tristin is shocked to say. "11." He realizes that he has been staring at Lydia for an hour or what he would call admiring. While Tristin is having a mini panic attack Lydia just nods her head along yawning, not even glancing at Tristin to see his shocked state.

Trying to seem cool and collected she speaks. "So, want to go down to the café?" She turns around to see him already looking at her.

"Huh?" he says snapping out of his daze.

Lydia rolls her eyes and slowly says. "I said do you want to go to the café?"

"Uh, yea, that sounds nice."

"Ok." Lydia replies, she gets up and out of bed reluctantly, the only reason she is actually getting up is because she's hungry, I mean that's the only reason I get out of bed. She looks down to see she's still in her pajamas on. She turns around and talks shyly. "Umm could you go in the backroom? I need to get dressed." She says with her head bowed slightly, but just enough to see him.

"Yea just tell me when you're ready." She watches as he gets off the bed and trudges his way to the backroom. As soon as the door closes Lydia has a debate with herself; whether to wear sweats or jeans. She is just so comfortable in her pajamas that sweats are a good substitute, but not only does she want to look good but feel good about herself like she has in the past few days. Tristin wore jeans to sleep JEANS, she can put up with them for a day. She decides to go cute but lazy, basically enough for people to know she's not being swallowed by clothes. She wears leggings and a hoodie, it's not total sweats or anything extravagant. She puts her hair up in a messy but cute pony tail.

She goes and opens the backroom door. "Ready." She smiles and he smiles back, just a simple gesture that makes booth of them happy. Tristin walks back into her room and Lydia catches on fast on what he wants to do, so she does what Lydia does best; talk. "I don't want to go that way." She doesn't want to see her so called guardians nor does she want them to see him, who knows what would happen if they see her add a boy on top of that.

Tristin does however get confused on why she wouldn't want to go through the door like every other normal human being, not that she's normal to begin with but that's not the point, so he speaks. "Why?"

"Because I want to learn how you get in here." That sounds a little weird, stalkerish, creepy, and the list could go on so she fixes what she said. "I've never gone out that way before, I want to see how."

Tristin doesn't think anything off it, in fact he's kinda exited he gets to show her. It felt like a big secret but going through it together made it seem less secretive but something they shared. "Ok. Follow me." Tristin holds out his hand for Lydia to take, and as soon as she does Tristin is reminded of what it felt like, and how much he enjoys it. He starts walking in embarrassment of his own thoughts. Going into the cellar he does the one thing he didn't want to, not that he minds the new switch. He takes his hand out of hers to put his arm around her as they duck down together, so they won't hit their heads with the low ceiling.

Entering the outside world Lydia puts her hands in her pockets so they won't freeze. Tristin keeps his arm around Lydia holding her close to, ya know, conserve heat, but that's just what he's telling himself.

After the walk of 'conserving' heat; Lydia and Tristin enter the coffee shop, and she immediately has a smile on her face from the warmth. Tristin smiles at the fact that she gets so exited getting warm.

"So what do you want?" Lydia asks, she likes to make her own drinks, she feels like she would be wasting time for someone else if they served her when she can do it herself.

"Coffee sounds good." Tristin replies.

"Follow me." She walks behind the counter to the coffee machine. She points to the spot next to the counter. "You can stand there while I make the coffee."

Tristin looks at the counter and see one particular spot that stands out. "You've got to me kidding me." He says while a smile slowly takes over his face. He now knows for sure that she will never let it go.

Lydia turns around giggling with a grin on her face. "What? I had to, if I didn't do it then who would? Nobody that's who." She turns around to act serious keeping her grin hidden. While Tristin is owning a smile for the whole world to see while shaking his head, but still stands where he was said to.

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Hi! Hate me for not updating, love me for not updating, or maybe you didn't care or have a thought about the backroom on your mind. That's all cool, maybe not 2 or 3 but we're still cool. now why I haven't updated? that's a good question the answer; I'm really lazy. I just lost motivation. Problems with my phone also appeared, then it was my birthday, (February 24th*Just to let you know* wink wink) and then I got sick on my birthday. So on top of losing motivation I had some excuses, but I'm back! like it or don't I don't care, that was a lie I most likely will care. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feel free to vote and comment, I would love to hear what you have to say.

Do you like the nickname little Lydia?

Have you ever had a sleepover with a boy, platonically?

Do you have that special spot your friend doesn't let you forget, if so what?

-Ashley