Emily's Escape

Chapter 37

We had fallen asleep after that. I had just woken up and imagines of last night rolled through my mind. His kisses were haunting me. He had been perfect. It had been a perfect moment. A perfect memory. That it was.

I propped up on my elbow and looked at a sleeping Carter. I didn't know what time it was, but it was dark outside. Either it was still night or we had slept through the entire day. I was counting on the first one.

"Carter," I said loud enough for him to wake up. It was selfish, but I didn't care. He had to wake up.

He stirred a little in his sleep, but his eyes remained closed. He was so handsome. Perfect in my eyes. His eyebrows were full and a handful of freckles was sprinkled across the bridge of his nose. They were only visible in some lights, though. His dark hair was a little messy in this state, but it was hot. He truly was perfect for me.

"Carter," I said, this time in a louder voice. His parents didn't sleep upstairs so we didn't have to be quiet all the time, which was nice. This time his eyes flickered open and for a moment I regret waking him up. He looked disrupted of his peace.

"What?" a very sleepy voice sounded. I couldn't help the grin on my lips. I know it was mean to wake him up, but on the other side, it was mean to me that he wasn't awake and entertaining me. Wasn't it?

"I'm bored and a little hungry. Get up." He turned around with his back facing me. He was mean.

"Carter," I said in a baby voice. "Carter, entertain me!"

"You're so annoying," he growled. In an instant he turned around and grabbed me, pulling me to his chest. We continued to lie like that for a moment or two. Then I got bored again. It wasn't fun to cuddle when the person cuddling you was sleeping. And especially not when you had zero intention of sleeping.

"Carter!" I knew my voice was loud and annoying, but that was the goal. To irritate him.

"Oh, my God, you're so annoying! Can you please stop acting like a baby?" I knew he was joking, it was clear in his voice.

"A baby? I wouldn't know what you're talking about, I'm sorry. Can you explain what you mean?" He sighed a very frustrated sigh and turned his back to me again. I started poking his back.

"Emily, I'm tired," he said in an annoyed voice.

"Well, I'm hungry and bored," I said mimicking his voice. He turned around, his face facing me yet again. He was so handsome lying there. I couldn't help the smile.

He sighed but then sat up in the bed. "Fine, let's go eat and then we'll sleep again, okay?" I nodded and got out of the bed.

In the kitchen, Carter searched for something to eat. It wasn't so hard since his family literally had the most stocked fridge I had ever seen. They had everything.

"What do you feel like?" he asked, his head popping out from the side of the fridge door.

Giggling, I answered. " Do you have yogurt or something?" he gave me a look and then looked through the fridge.

"Well, yes, but don't you want cereal instead?"

"Why would I want cereal instead?"

"It's more filling."

"But I want yogurt."

He looked at me again, and his eyes were different. It was those eyes. Those who kept worry and sadness in them. "Carter, I don't want yogurt because it's lighter in calories, I want yogurt because I feel like eating yogurt. And also because they recommended me to eat healthily and live a healthy lifestyle at the center, that way it'll be less likely I will fall back, you know? And cereal is high in sugar and empty calories. You don't have to worry, I promise."