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Stranger (Unedited)

Chapter Three

A blinding yellow peering in, glazing over my eyes, leaving a bright tinge over my eye lids. Squeezing them shut, I rolled to my side and a shadow cast, leaving a grey blurred aftermath. My back caved out and in, a small crack releasing in the silence. My body settled into the warmth of the covers. A smile crept against my lips as I stretched back into my pillow reaching my arms up, and flattening into the cushion "That... was good." I curved my arms over my stomach, huggin it gently.

The blankets shuffled and twisted slowly, "Wasn't it?" a voice murmured in a huskily purr.

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My head leaned into the pillow, "Mmmm..." I hummed, curing my knees up. My body suddenly froze to the continued shuffling in the bed, I shifted it slightly to my right sighting a bare shoulder and jolting my body upwards, "What? Wait a minute!" I countered, leaning on my right hand as it slipped up under up weight, gravity forcing my body down and off the bed. My back hitting followed by my bottom and the rest, unconsciously grinding my teeth to the pain as I thumped down.

Perching myself up and leaving my weight more confidently on my wirst, my spare hand freely rubbed the tenderness of the fall on my back.

"Hey, you alright down there?" asked a voice from above, familiar but so unfamiliar in similar ways.  He has an accent.

"Hello?" he repeated, his husky deep voice revealing his undisguised gender.

I shook my head aimlessly, slowing and glancing upwards, "Huh?" I asked blinking purposefully, staring to the emptyness of the edge,"W-what am I..." I stampered carelessly, "Where am I?"

Low movements arose over in the bed, stirring with life only awakening and a head popping over the side. I glared intently for recognition. His green and gold speckled eyes reflecting off the sun's glare and light fluffy hair boucing on his head plainly, bedheadly fussed over. His hair is too noticable to go unnoticed as a person, I'd at least regnized that.

Strands of hair fell down over his face, his eyes twitching at the bits, staring contently before attempting to blow it away but with failure succeeding he tucked it away behind his left ear. Assuming he'd seen my stare, he shined a crisp morning smile. I straighten myself, sitting, on the carpeted floor, "What are you doing in my-" a cough cut in, and I covered my mouth; leaning into my elbow and direction the spit. I held my breath in slightly, lining my lips and plugging my mouth. A small tickle threatened an erruption before settling into my throat, I blinked hard, wiping the moist coating from my lips and around. Yawning plainly, my eyes caught a glimpse of curIed chestnut hair stilled over the bed.

I stared at the boy lazily and plain. He tilted his head slightly; his hair flopping to the side; "First of all, you alright?" he asked in his thick but clear accent.

I twitched a curve a the side of my lips shrugging, "Sure," I replied.

"Okay now that we got that over with," he went on, "What did you say before? I couldn't really catch it." 

I nodded stating, "What are you doing in my bed?"

He complied a playful grin, flipping himself over and hanging himself down off the bed edge, still staring in his strange position, "This is my bed," he cocked.

I titled my head slightly, "What?" I asked shifting my eyes away and around the room. The bedside blocked most of the view but key objects and details marks the clearity of this room not being rightfully mine. I glaced back at the boy over the bed, smirking a filthy grin.  and quickly turned away catching a over flowing suit case with clothing seeping out and a distinctively blue, red and white pair of boxes hanging noticable in clear view, the British flag captured on the front and presumably the rear.