When the sunshine streamed in through my window, I had no one to share it with. The view of the skyline was breathe-taking and yet I admired it alone. He was probably in another room... laying in bed with another girl and I probably never crossed his mind.
Before all of this, waking up alone wasn't so harsh and I could bare it.
Now when I wake up all I feel is loneliness and I wonder how long it will last. The red silk sheets against my bare arms and legs was relaxing and made me never want to get up.
At the same time I wanted to get out of bed because it wasn't mine and this room wasn't mine, which minded that I had nothing. I wanted to remain in the comfort of the blankets and sheets but then I would just stare at the four walls surrounding me. It would make me even more lonely and sad that I was alone and had nothing of my own.
Even if I wanted to things to stay as they were and run around with Sam all day, it would be torture because I would be around someone I care for but doesn't bat an eyelash at me.
I rolled over to my side, away from the window and stared at the wall. It was quiet and it's been a while since I've enjoyed silence. Usually Gilinsky's house was swarming with people and alcohol and that's only at 11 p.m and then around 4 a.m there's fights and screaming over the alcohol.
It was actually quite frightening to not hear anything going on downstairs or even in the bedrooms surrounding mine. I shot up from my bed, wide eyes and a racing heart.
There's soft snoring coming from the foot of my bed, not loud enough to wake me from my slumber but loud enough to notice eventually. As I peered over the end of the bed there was Sam laid on his side asleep, he stretched his legs and arms and then turned to face me.
I watched him and waited to see if he wake up but he didn't, he just went back to sleep. A few minutes of tip toeing to my clothes that sat on top of the dresser and getting dressed, I left the bedroom without waking him.
"That's strange." I whispered, with my back against the room I exited. "What's strange?" Gilinsky was coming out of his room, I sighed at the sight of him. Great it's him, I snorted and walked away. He was taken back by my sudden actions, "Did you wake up on he wrong side of the bed?"
I continued walk down the hallway with him right on my heels, adjusting the collar of my jacket and ignoring him. I quickly rushed down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where before I completely walk in covered my eyes.
Gilinsky tried not to run into my back after my sudden halt, he was eyeing me strangely because first I was obviously mad at him and second I had made him run into me.
Luckily I couldn't see his angry expression but I did hear his loud and exaggerated sigh, which was enough to know he wasn't in a good mood.
Gilinsky looked towards the stove and saw what made me shrivel up, "Can you put on some pants?" He asked, politely. Derek was alarmed, "I'm busy." I gulped, with my hands glued to my eyes. I knew Gilinsky was still standing beside me because I could hear him shouting at Derek to do what he said.
"He won't listen, believe me I've tried." It was Lexi, I pulled my hands from my eyes and she was sitting at the table with full view of Derek standing in front of the stove making himself breakfast. She didn't seem bothered, it wasn't that she was enjoying the view but that she was use to seeing him walk around half naked as if this was his house.
Derek looked up from his hot food, "Can you grow up?" It wasn't him being an idiot and asking if I would age but rather if I would be more mature. "I am... it's just that --" I stopped myself, not wanting to say the wrong thing or make his perv think I was coming onto him.
