Decipher | Watty's 2017

LXXXI. Camisado

Camisado

/kam-uh-sey-doh, -sah-/

noun

a surprise attack occurring when the enemy least expects it

Melissa's POV

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I was awoken the next morning by Luke's lanky frame causing various decorations of our shared room to fall to the ground due to his sleepy state rummaging around to get ready for the day. Although I normally found this to be endearing about Luke, I was annoyed at his lanky frame for not being able to control itself, resulting in more commotion than God ever intended for the morning. A groan slipped from my lips as I stretched and attracted Luke's attention. Warm affection covered his face as he walked over to me, straddling me as his boxer clad body pressed close to mine despite my morning breath and need for a shower.

"What are you doing up so early?" I asked, groaning slightly as he pulled away from my embrace, but the blonde boy just smiled that heartwarming grin at me before resuming his preparations for the day. I rose from my lying position, using the sheet to cover my partially naked body as I observed him, taking in his hurried actions with curiosity.

Recently, Luke and I had been slow to move around, the loss of Michael taking its toll on our emotional health as we relied on each other for our source of strength. However, now Luke was wandering aimlessly around the room as if he had no time to waste before getting to work. My eyebrows furrowed at this as I slipped his strewn tee shirt over my body and sat on our desk beside the closet.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, noticing his broad shoulders tensing at my question. "You had a nightmare and now you are running around as if the apocalypse is upon us, which it is, but you've never really acted like this about it." His head stuck out from the closet, shooting a glare toward me before continuing with his mission to find clean clothes, which was borderline impossible since I had been neglecting to do all of our laundry the past few days.

"You'll think it's stupid," he mumbled, sniffing a shirt before pulling it over his head and digging through his clothes to find his signature black jeans.

I rolled my eyes at his behavior, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his torso, pulling his back into me as I snuggle my face into his shoulder. "You should really tell me your nightmare," I whispered, only loud enough so he could hear me as I placed soft kisses onto his back through his tee shirt. "And you should shrink so that I'm not kissing your tee shirts when I am trying to be cute," I accused as he laughed loudly, spinning around while being careful not to hit me with his arms.

He sighed lightly as he pulled me away from himself and looked into my eyes with his bright blue orbs before connecting our lips in a deep and passionate kiss, causing me to moan at the sudden contact and melt into his arms. Unfortunately, the kiss came to an end way too soon as he pulled away and placed his forehead on mine, leaving him open to my eyesight as I gazed at his extremely attractive exterior.

"I saw Michael," he said suddenly, his voice coming out pained as if he were affected by this in a harmful way. I raised my eyebrows, finding it odd that he would react this way, had I seen Michael in a dream, I would be jumping for joy; however, by the way he was screaming last night with his limbs tangled in the sheets haphazardly, it was not a joyous reunion.

"What happened?" I asked with a sympathetic glance crossing over my features as I noticed the tears starting to well up within his eyes. I had never been able to watch anyone cry, but when I saw Luke cry, I lost all of my composure, unsure how to react to such a strong person trusting me to put them back together after they fell apart.