Been You

Chapter 60: Intervention With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

Once Ely and my love session was cut short, I was forced to pay attention to the movie. It was actually really good and it didn't feel like I missed much in the beginning. Now, as the credits are rolling, Ely is asleep, her head resting in my lap. I'm not surprised, Ely's not big on cars and stuff like that. She doesn't even have a drivers license. I don't move, wanting her to get her rest, but Za gets up to take the DVD out to put it away. I look down longingly at Ely. She's so peaceful, her chest rising and falling as she sleeps. I feel eyes on me, so I look up to see not one, but all five of the guys staring at me like I have ten heads. "What?" I snap. They all look around at each other, all clearly not wanting to be the one to tell me what their problem is. They settle on Za, probably because the others are likely to sound like assholes and piss me off.

"Look, man. We know you love Ely - and that's amazing, she's a really great girl!" Za starts off. None of the others would do this, regardless of how much they like Ely.

"But..." I continue for him, itching to know if I'm gonna have to beat someone up today.

"But... we think maybe you need some air," Za continues. I furrow my eyebrows just as angry as I am confused. Air? What the hell? Before I can interject with my questions, Za rushes to elaborate. "It's just that, we never really see you anymore outside of practice and we miss you, dude." I open my mouth to protest, but he starts again before I can even get a word in. "And we're not saying spend less time with Ely. We think she's really good for you. We know what you're like when she's not around. We're just saying... maybe spend some time with her where you're not just... having sex," he chokes out. I look down, smiling to myself wryly. I want to protest, but I know Za isn't done. "I mean, you guys are always doing it, do you even know anything about her?" This pisses me off, I can't help but interrupt.

"Do I know anything about her? This is the love of my life! We've been best friends since we were four, I know her better than anybody else!"

"Okay, but people do change over time. Do you know anything about her recently? Like what's her favorite song right now? Her favorite tv show? What does she think about marriage? How many kids does she want, if any? Your her boyfriend, can you answer any of these?" Za presses. My mind races trying to answer one to prove myself, but I must admit: it's fucking hard.

"American Horror Story," I answer after some thought. They all roll their eyes.

"Hoser!" Ryan insults. I look over at him with wide eyes as if to say Wanna go? "Sorry, man," he mutters. I relax my facial expression, looking back to Za.

"See what I mean? All I'm saying is, ease up a little?"

"Yeah, I feel you," I answer. He gets up to do the handshake thing with me that practically every guy knows how to do naturally. The movement stirs Ely, causing part of me to feel happy she's awake, the other part feeling guilty both for waking her and for being happy that she's waking up. Her eyes flutter open adorably. She looks up at me before rubbing her eyes awake. "Hey there, sleepyhead," I greet. She yawns, looking like a little kitten.

"Justin," she lets out while stretching. I wait for her to continue, but she doesn't. Damn, she must've really been out.

"Did you sleep well, baby?" I ask, running my fingers through her curls.

"Yes," she answers, kissing my bare stomach, her head still in my lap. "I had the best dream about you," she teases. Oh boy. "I can't wait to tell you about it."

"Definitely, baby," I answer nervously. I'm already tempted to spread her legs wide open and she's only been awake for like a minute. "You can tell me all about it over dinner? What do you want to eat?" I offer.

"What do you want to eat?" She counters, biting her lip seductively. Shit. I swallow deeply.

"Italian," I rush as Ely's body becomes more and more difficult to resist. I try to avert my eyes to maintain my composure. I'm unsure if she's aware. She sits up and turns to face me, kneeling on the couch. She looks down at me with large eyes, one hand on my shoulder, the other using her index finger to toy with my lips. Fuck. I hear the guys stifling their laughter at my struggling in the kitchen. When did they leave the room? Damn, Ely's got me sprung.

"Okay, baby," she seduces. "Let's go upstairs to get dressed," she finishes, raising her eyebrows on the last word. She gets up, walking towards the stairs, her hips swaying as she moves.

Damn.