I'll Wear Orange - (finished)

I'll Wear Orange - Not so pleased to sleep

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There is going to be a question at the end, i really need answers please? =)

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hapter Thirteen - Not so pleased to sleep

Wednesday morning

Apparently letting your tired boyfriend sleep, after he had looked after you . . . isn't such a good idea. Cole was not happy. Okay, that's an understatement. He was mad, pissed of majorly. He told me I shouldn't have let him go to sleep. He woke up while I was sitting in the chair next to his bed writing and eating raspberries.

'You let me sleep?' he said, and didn't sound happy about it. My pen still over my pages, I took the bowl that was balancing on my knee and put it on the bedside table. I put the lip on my pen and closed my book.

'Morning,' I said, 'and you looked tried. I thought I'd let you sleep while I talked to Lisha, and wrote.' I think he actually growled at me.

'You should have woken me, Ashleigh.' He shuffled in the sheets and pushed himself up.

'You were tired. You've been doing all my jobs at the yard and all yours and helping your dad with work and . . . I dunno what else, but you've been doing loads. I thought I'd let you sleep.' I unfolded my legs so I was sitting straight. He was pretty much glaring at me.

'What if you had not been sleeping?' he said, 'what if you had collapsed?' I opened my mouth to say something smart about, if I was lying down asleep, could I technically collapse? But Cole held out his hand and stopped me, 'What if you had had another heavy nosebleed? You wanted to be a doctor, you should know people can drown and choke in their sleep from nosebleeds.' My eyes flickered to my bowl of juicy raspberries. Somehow, they just didn't seem appetizing anymore.

I looked back at Cole. 'I'm fine,' I said, 'I'm not a baby, Cole, I can look after myself. You don't need to worry.'

Cole grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it on; even mid row I didn't stop my eyes lingering of his muscles as they moved. 'You are sick,' he said, 'not too long ago, everyone thought you had cancer. You forget I thought you were dying!' with that he turned round and stormed out of his room slamming the door shut behind him.

I thought about running after him and shouting, 'You forget I thought I was dying to!' at him. But I keep my lips zipped.

I left it maybe an hour before going downstairs. Teri was in the kitchen making something that looked like it would be a lemon meringue when it was finished. Her cooking never looked like much when she was making it but by the time it was finished, it could have been from a four star restaurant. And it never failed to taste amazing.

'Morning,' I said as I sat on a stool by the breakfast bar.

'Hey,' she scowled at me, pointing her spatula, 'shouldn't you be in bed?'

'If your son had anything to do with it? Probably, where is he anyway?'

'He said he was going to let off some steam. I believe he told me he was going to take red to the Empty Miles. I hope you don't mind. So I'm guessing you two had an argument?'

I snatched a blueberry cookie off of a plate. It was still warm when I bit into it. I was going to regret eating it later, but I didn't care right now. 'Yeah,' I mumbled.

'Don't talk with your mouthful,' she laughed, then went back to her serious face. 'Want to talk about it?' I shook my head and chewed faster.