A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 11: Feelings Jams

I woke up in the morning pressed up against Zach's body spooning style with his hand under my shirt almost touching my boobs. It didn't even bother me that his hand was there when normally I don't even like people seeing me in a bikini without feeling nervous. It was just a comfortable feeling, probably because he was still asleep. I shifted my position in my bed carefully so I wouldn't wake him up, his hand and arm just staying comfortably limp on my body. I turned over so I was facing him, his hand now on the middle of my back. He was still sound asleep, and he looked adorable. His hair was messy and in his face a little, and his face was a little smushed by being pressed into the pillow on my bed. I rested my head under his chin, slightly pressed into the crook of his neck. I debated on whether or not to get out of bed. I also debated on whether or not to wake him up, is it weird to just lie here awake waiting for a boy you like to wake up? Fuck if I know, but I'm always doing weird things anyway so I just laid there. I looked out my window and there were birds flying by, squirrels running around on the grass, and occasionally a car would go by. It was nice living here, there's not many people around at all. My closest neighbor is two miles up the road and it's easy to be alone here. I thought about taking Zach into the woods where the stream is when I felt his hand move on my back. I shivered at the touch, not in a scared way, but in a sensitive way. Like being tickled, but it felt nice. His hand kept moving up and down rubbing my back lightly, then it slightly got a little more rough. He was trying to wake me up. I lifted my head up from under his chin and looked at him smiling.

"Good morning," He mumbled sleepily with his eyes still closed, "did you sleep okay?"

"I should be asking you that." I chuckled getting up from my bed. Zach pulled me back down, his eyes still closed.

"Noooo, don't get up you're comfy." He whined. He was such a cutie pie.

"C'mon we gotta get up, I'll make you food." I responded.

"Noooo, I'd rather stay here." He whined louder this time, putting his face in my pillow.

"Shit he probably doesn't wanna think about food." I thought trying to come up with another way to get Zach out of bed.
"If you get out of bed I'll show you somewhere really pretty, okay?"

"Hmmph, okay," Zach answered after a few seconds of thought. He unwillingly pulled himself out of bed and slowly opened his eyes, "gah, so bright. Everything is terrible, the sun needs to be shut off immediately." I laughed at him.

"How can someone hate waking up so much?" I teased. He squinted at me.

"I happened to be extremely cozy in bed with you cuddled up on me, now I'm cold and I have to pee." He responded. I laughed more.

"Go pee then, sleepyhead." I said pointing to my bathroom. He got up and shuffled to the bathroom, closing the door slowly. I waited for him patiently, grabbing my phone and checking all the notifications I had. Zach opens the bathroom door and is a completely different person. He looks completely awake and when he talks he doesn't have a groggy morning voice anymore.

"Wow, how'd you wake up so fast?" I ask perplexed.

"I brushed my teeth." He answers nonchalantly.

"H-wha, how did that wake you up completely?!" I say shocked.

"Haven't you heard Beyoncé's song? I woke up like this." He answers with a small laugh.

"Okay this is unfair because I need at least three hours of preparation to become fully awake in the morning and all you did was pee and brush your teeth. I call a mutiny on this." I say in a fake accusatory tone.

"Alright you caught me, I'm in cahoots with Beyoncé and she gives me some of her life force to look this nice the moment I get up in the morning." Zach states while holding his hands up like he's under arrest.