the unknown

chapter 6

I didn't answer him I just stared at him wide-eyed, so he asked me once more, "isn't that right?"

"Uuuuuuuh. . . Do I have to answer that right now?" I only asked because I just really didn't know the answer anymore.

"No, but I will remember to ask you later." He said, tapping his head.

And he was right, he would defiantly remember and knowing that he would remember didn't make the insides of my stomach feel any better.

"I know."

He smiled, "well since we're just friends you wouldn't mind sleeping over, would you?"

"No, Of course not." I quickly replied.

Me and Jackson had the best sleepovers. we would have so much fun when we were younger as we stayed up until 5 o'clock in the morning just talking to each other. Of course we can't do that now because, well, were older and that's just the way it is.

"Oh. Wait. . ." I started second guessing my decision when I remembered there was another guest in the house.

"What?" I noticed all the happiness had been drained out of his face.

"What about Avery?" I was only worried about her because her first impression gave me the thought of a serial killer that would climb through my window in the middle of the night and attempt to kill me.

Jackson must have seen my worried face because he had pulled me in a hug and whispered in my ear, "don't worry about her. As long as I'm here taking care of you no one can hurt you."

As he said this I could feel the slight movements of his lips brushing against my ear and it sent shivers down my spine, I loved every second of it.

He stepped out of the hug and gave me a devilish smile, "so, you staying or do I have to drive you home when it's. . ." He looked at the time on his phone, ". . .1:18 In the morning?"

"I'm staying. I'm defiantly staying." I said as I hugged him once more.

We stood there hugging and swaying back and forth until I noticed something.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"I don't have any pajamas." I said looking up at him.

He lifted an eyebrow, "really? That's what your worried about? Pajamas?"

"Yeah, I don't want to sleep in a dress. There are to many bad things that could happen with sleeping in a dress." I stated.

"Are there any good things about sleeping in a dress?"

"Well, knowing your a boy I bet there are a lot of good things about a girl sleeping in a dress."

"You got that right." He said wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I laughed, "groooooss!"

"What! Here let's get you something to wear." He pulled away from me and we walked over to his closet.

When he opened it i saw all of his shirts, pants, boxers, socks, and pajamas. As I knew all of his shirts and pants were black but his boxers, socks, and pajama shirt and pants came in various colors and patterns. 

Being his best friend I knew it would look like this and being his best friend I instantly knew where his pajamas were located and I dove right in throwing any unwanted items out of the way, and at Jackson, making a huge mess in the process. 

I didn't stop making a huge mess until I found the perfect pajama outfit which was an over sized tie-died t-shirt with punk rock unicorns and rainbows printed all over and some spandex shorts.

"May I ask why you have this?" I said tugging at the shirt and looking at him suspiciously.

"No. No you can't ask me. Not at all." He answered quickly.

"Jackson, this outfit was made for a girl so why would a male, like you, have this in your closet? and unless your planning on being some famous cyclist you really shouldn't have spandex shorts either." i said as i pointed to the plain black shorts.

i took a step closer, narrowing my eyes, urging him to tell me the answer. he took a step back hitting his back to the wall. i kept walking towards him until i was close enough so that our noses were touching, "tell me now or you die." i threatened as i poked his chest.

he calmly took my hand, wrapped my index finger that i was poking him with back into a fist position, and set my hand down so that it was resting at my side. then with a swift movement he surprisingly picked me up and flung me over his shoulder.

"what the hell are you doing you sick bastard!?" i yelled as i helplessly kicked and squirmed at his grip.

he didn't answer me and instead kept walking, holding me tightly. i could see the door frame pass us and then my stomach started to bounced as he made his way down the stairs, "you need to be quiet or you will wake Satan." he whispered. i knew who he was referring to and i covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh.

when we reached the bottom of the stairs he had gently set me down-finally- and in the process had accidentally lifted my shirt up, exposing my bra. i quickly pulled the shirt back down. it was dim in the living room so i guessed that he hadn't seen anything. or more like hoped he hadn't seen anything.

"you can sleep on the couch across from where Avery is sleeping." he whispered in my ear once more. i nodded in agreement even though i didn't actually agree with him. i was still freaked out about the thought of my best friends twin sister killing me in my sleep. 

he kissed me on my forehead and then ran up the stairs, leaving me alone with Satan.

h-he just k-kissed me!

i could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as a huge grin formed on my face. i quietly walked to the couch where i would soon be enjoying my slumber and layed down. i used the blanket on the couch to cover myself up with and i used the armrest as a pillow since there was not one provided for me.

some host he is.

i closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but i couldnt. the couch was uncomfortable, it was freezing down here, and my thoughts were keeping me awake. so i threw the blanket off me, got  up, and ran back up the stairs.