"I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidentally- like on a breeze, but I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away." - Forrest Gump I TEARED UP OH MY GOD^
The level of peace and tranquility I feel is out of this world. I don't know if it's the hand rubbing up and down my back in a soothing manner, or if it's the sound of birds humming out their beautiful noise. Maybe it's the sun peeking through the curtains of the small window in the room. Maybe it's just a wonderful mixture of everything.
"Wake up, Angel."
One of the sources of comfort starts to move underneath me and I let out a grumble of protest, fisting my hands on the fabric I feel underneath me.
"Come on, get up. We're docked and it's beach day."
A husky laugh is heard from around me when I only snuggle towards the comfort even more.
"Never pegged you as someone who liked to cuddle, Angel." That comment has my breathing freezing and my eyes snapping open.
I'm on top of Derek a-fucking-gain.
"Shit, I'm sorry." I scramble to get off him and he only laughs when I do, rolling off the bed.
His muscles flex when he stretches and his green eyes look even greener now. I snap my eyes shut when I see him turning to look at me again.
I feel the bed dip again and I peek my eyes open, seeing Derek straddling my waist again and holding his camera out in front of me.
"For fucks sake, stop with the pictures." I mumble, heading the familiar click of the camera and letting out a grumble.
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"I hope you drop that damn thing in the ocean," I say, pulling his sweatshirt even further down on me and turning to face him.
He still sits on the bed and his eyes are trained on me, his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Are you gonna give me my sweatshirt back?" he mumbles and now it's my turn to smirk at him. Grabbing my bag in my hand I shoot him the middle finger.
"No," I say before slamming the door. His groaning could be heard from outside the door and it makes me smirk to myself.
I see Autumn in Haden's T-shirt sipping on her coffee. Her legs are crossed and that blonde hair of hers is blowing wildly while she reads a book.
I smirk knowingly at her, the freak. I hope she and Haden were at least using birth control because they'd be the most unprepared parents to ever fucking exist.
In fact, I think Haden as a father in general would be a bad mix. I remember one time while baby sitting his three year old sister, he managed to dye her whole skin green on 'accident'. Later he told me he really just wanted to make her look like one of Shrek's babies.
