My Random Writings (Which, as of now, might not be so random afterall..)

Sleepover

Why is it that I'm always the last one awake at a sleepover?

It's not like I try to hold out on the rest, it's just that I've been sleeping so unorderly my entire life that going to sleep at 10 o'clock was now completely useless.

I just sat there in Caroline's living room underneath all these pointless blankets staring into the blank tv. The only sensible thing I could do was turn on the television and hope those late night 90's shows were on.

As I surfed the various channels I heard footsteps padding softly down the hall towards us. I sighed and pulled the blankets over my head in case it was one of Caroline's older sisters. they didn't like me very much, though I'm not sure why.

I peeked through a perfectly placed hole in the blanket in order to see who had interrupted my boring insomnia session. To my suprise it was Caroline's older brother (though he was only older than me by three months), and I watched as he tip- toed his way across the living room and into the kitchen.

When he had passed I lifted the covers again and listened to what he could possibly be doing at this late hour. I laughed quietly when I heard the fridge open. I got out from under the covers and walked silently to the doorway of the kitchen, observing as he closed the refrigerator then paced the kitchen, only to open it again.

"Can't sleep?" I whispered loudly.

Dylan jumped and turned around quickly, sighing with relief when he realized it was only me.

"No. Sorry did I wake you?" he asked

"Nope. I've been awake since I got here."

He nodded and continued to walk around the kitchen. I hummed to a random tune and hopped onto the counter, just sitting and relishing the silence of the night, despite the soft thumps of Dylan's feet against cold tile. I carefully watched his graceful movements while I could. His hair was a complete mess and he looked very different without his usual glasses. A very good different.

"Let's watch a scary movie." I asked

I adored horror movies even if they completely terrified me, and Dylan was nothing but nice to me, unlike his sisters, so I offered it up since we both couldn't sleep.

He nodded and walked quietly into the living room, grabbing a movie from the shelf and and popping it in while I made a spot for him on the couch I had claimed earlier.

"What type?" I whispered softly.

He just smiled and nodded his head to the movie previews playing. He does an awful lot of nodding if you ask me, but he never really spoke anyway.

I laid my head back and shut my eyes until he nudged me when the movie started. 'The Mist' showed broadly on the title screen and I eagerly waited for the movie to start. I'd never seen this before but it looked interesting.

"Is this creepy, sad, or scary?" I whispered

He simply smiled and fixed his gaze on the tv screen. I sighed and watched the movie until the end credits appeared on the screen.

"Wait. What!" I stated a bit too loudly.

Shannon rolled over but thankfully didn't wake up.

"So he killed his son and that old couple? But- the rescue team was right there. Oh my God that is so sad! Why would you make me watch that." I yelled at him in a quiet tone.

He smiled, his black hair flopping into his face. He caught me staring at him and I resisted the urge to push back his hair so it stood up the way I thought looked nice. I awkwardly moved to change the movie.

The tension cleared when I sat down but quickly regained itself when I jumped and grabbed onto the nearest thing I could, which happened to be his arm.

I stuttered an apology and we continued with the movies until it was nearly 3 AM.

By the third movie I had grown very aware of Dylan's side glances at me. There would be times where he would move his hand up as if to rest it on the back of the couch but then he just let it drop next to himself.

In between movies we spoke a lot about our personal lives. Turns out we both had equally crappy lives and annoying siblings. Caroline was our favorite of all, her as my best friend and her as his sister. We talked for a long time about random questions that gave me so much more insight on him than I ever thought possible. I was suprised to learn that we actually had so much in common.

By the time we finished talking I was shocked either of us were still awake but I could feel the sleepiness dragging my under its spell by the fourth movie.

He had put in another movie while he was half asleep and then trudged slowly to the couch again. By the middle of the movie he was swaying in and out of consciousness and so was I.

He tried to lay down on the couch armrest but he kept squirming. I was about to offer him a a pillow when he moved upright and then collapsed sideways with his head in my lap and closed his eyes.

I breathed out a small laugh and tried to place my hands behind my head but it wasn't very comfortable. I sighed and hesitantly started to twirl locks of Dylan's hair around my fingers.

I heard his sigh and felt him suddenly relax next to me. He moved around until he was laying on his back and staring up at me while I messed up his hair. The movie was forgotten by then.

I felt him looking at my face intently and I didn't want to move at all. His body heat was radiating off him and kept me warm and cozy.

Dylan reached his hand up and moved it toward my face slowly, and then he slowly caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes as he traced a delicate outline of my face. I made a small noise that combined humming and sighing and tilted my head so his warm hand was cradling it.

God is this real.

I sure as hell hope so.

I opened my eyes again and observed his features until his hand retracted from my face and reached for my unoccupied hand. He started twiddling with my fingers and laid his hand on top of mine, moving it to his chest, where his heart would be.

I could feel how fast it was beating. Though his hand was atop mine he still managed to entwine our fingers together.

I watched as he closed those magnificent grey eyes and he whispered one last thing before I fell asleep.

"We should always have sleepovers like this."