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PROBLEM XXXVI :AMorning Person
As awkward or weird as it may sound, Houston and I spent the night at the cliff. We actually fell asleep. Houston fell asleep before me, his head on my lap. I saw the night fall, but then I didn't have the heart to wake him up. I should've. It would have been the right thing to do but Houston had a long day, he was upset and then, asleep in my lap, he looked peaceful.
That, and the fact that I didn't want to go home. I didn't know how I was going to face Justin again. What I did know was, that it was going to take a lot of effort to do so. I couldn't wash the image and intention off my mind. He had wanted to hit me bad enough to throw a liquor bottle at me. It beat every hit he had landed on my body with his own hands. I had grown scared of him at one point. That was until I started realizing that telling him to stop was a phrase that only fueled his anger more.
The thought irked me. Justin had been doing so well. Better than I had expected him to. He had thrown away all the alcohol in the house that day. How did he go back to this? It was like taking ten steps back. Had something happened?
Somewhere along the night, I fell asleep too. My shoulders slouched, and my hair covered our faces like a curtain. Thankfully, none of us snored in our sleep.
I always knew that Houston was a morning person. He was never grumpy in the mornings. He always showed up at LakeVille High with a cherry cheeky face and a charming smile. I just never knew he was such a morning bird. He woke up at 5 AM in the morning, when the sun was just peeking up.
He then woke me up, shaking me vigorously by my shoulders and guess what I did. I slapped him across his face. Unconsciously, absent mindedly of course. The shaking stopped for a while, he must've been shell shocked. Too bad I dozed off and missed his expression. He didn't shake me again but I felt warm breath fanning my neck. My eyes popped open, and it took a while before what I was seeing registered in my mind. Houston was so close. His breath fell on my face. My eyes met his, and it took a while to get back to reality. He was directly above me, holding his own weight. He was leaning in and yesterday's event came rushing back to me. I was his girlfriend. He was my boyfriend. It sounded so close to unbelievable, that I almost brushed it off as a dream.
His breath fell on my nose now, as he leant down. I screwed my nose, blurting out the first thing on my mind, "Your breath stinks."
Houston fell on me then, losing balance as he took the fall on his elbows. His face closer now. He looked at me so wide eyes, shocked. I blushed, knowing my words had caught him off guard enough for him to lose his hold. He pushed himself off of me and laid on the ground beside me. Our heads were touching and he took a hold of my hand, laughing uncontrollably. The sun had slightly come up. We were watching the sunrise.
Houston chuckled suddenly, "We spent our first night together, together."
I laughed too. It's been hours since he popped the question and surprisingly, nothing felt weird. Well, except for those moments of proximity. They shook me to the core and not in a bad way.
