Drawn to You

Chapter 3

This time, it was I who jumped into Nic’s bedroom. If you didn’t notice, it’s usually the other way around. Nic and I have been best friends and this “jumping to and from windows” have become a tradition.

“NICHOLAS! WAKE UP!” I yelled as I jumped up and down his bed. “OPEN YOUR EYES!”

“Hmm,” he groaned as he pulled his blanket over his head, “leave me alone!”

“No way,” I smirked, still jumping up and down like a five-year-old, “this is pay-back.”

“I want to sleep,” he whined.

“No,” I said as I took his pillow from him, “you want to wake up.”

“Leave me alone!”

“No!” I said as I threw his pillow at him. “Wake up!”

“It’s not gonna work Elena, so quit it!”

I rolled my eyes and kneeled beside his trying-to-sleep figure and tore his pillow away from him. He groaned.

“Wake up!” I said as I continuously hit him with his pillow. “Nicholas! Hey! Stop! Dreaming! About! Me—“ Nic abruptly snatched the pillow away and yanked me down into his arms.

“I like to sleep.”

“Wake up,” I said as I tried to get his grip off me.

“Fine,” he mumbled, “but you need to kiss sleeping beauty.”

“You?” I snorted. “Sleeping beauty? You wish!”

“Fine, be like that,” he said. “I don’t mind sleeping with you anyways.”

“Okay, Nic. That sounded wrong.” I awkwardly said.

“I know,” he mumbled as he snuggled me closer. “But aren’t you gonna kiss sleeping beauty awake?”

“You’re already awake.” I said as a matter of fact.

“I’m not!” he lied and began faking snore sounds. In other words, he just got more annoying, and that proves he’s already awake.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes and turned around so that I’m face to face with him. Unfortunately, I’m still wrapped around his arms. I studied him closely—he has light olive skin, brown shaggy hair, a long straight nose, thin lips, and a defined jawline—before I kissed him in a place dangerously near his lips. Immediately his eyes opened.

“How’s that for waking sleeping beauty up?” I smirked. “Now let me go, and go get ready.”

“Okay,” he said softly as he pulled his arms away from me. I hopped out of his bed and watched him leave for his bathroom with a huge grin on his face.

I left his bedroom and jumped back to mine after I heard him turn on the shower. I took a glance at the full-length mirror before going down the kitchen.

“You woke up early today, dear,” my mom, Ria, grinned at me.

“I did,” I smiled, “do I get a prize for it?”

“No,” she laughed, “but you get to have less chance in being late.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem beneficial.”

“Maybe,” my mother smiled. “There are still pancakes on the counter, but don’t drown them with maple syrup, alright?”

“I can’t promise.” I said mischievously as I trotted to the plate of goodies.

I don’t know how long I was eating, but I’m pretty sure I took long enough since Nic went down the stairs. “What are you doing?” He said. “You woke me up early and here you are dawdling?”