Fighting for Love

Chapter 4: Belly Buttons and Low Blows

Chapter 4: Belly Buttons and Low Blows

I rolled over for what had to be the millionth time that night, every time I got comfortable and just about to fall back asleep, Taylor would moan and mumble Trey’s name. I so did not want to hear my best friend having dream sex with my brother. She did it again and I grabbed my top pillow and pulled it over my head and tried to block her out.

It was three something in the morning for crying out loud, how much sex could you have in a dream? It had been going on since we both had fallen asleep, I didn’t care that Taylor had a thing for Trey and let it constantly be known. But when it started messing with my sleep, I officially had an issue with it.

I loved sleep, sleep was awesome and I was one of those people who constantly needed sleep to be a functional person. Finally around six in the morning it seemed Taylor’s stream of sex escapades were done and I managed to fall asleep. Only to be woken up to someone knocking on my door “breakfast” James called through my door.

 I groaned and sat up in bed, Taylor sat up and yawned and stretched. I looked over at my clock, in big glowing numbers it said 9:15, four hours of sleep sucked. I crawled out of bed, actually more like face planted out of bed “damnit” I mumbled as I managed to slowly and clumsily get to my feet, I yanked my cheerleading hoodie off my desk chair and ended up knocking it over at the same moment.

I managed to slam open my door and walk to kitchen by slowly but surely bumping against the walls as I went. Once I entered the kitchen all eyes were on me “Emmy you okay?” James asked pushing the chair out that was between him and Dixon. I fell into it “no sleep” I managed to mutter before I tried to put my hoodie on, I slipped it over my head but I couldn’t find where to slip my head through, finally giving up I just left it like it was, covering my head and face and let my head fall forward making contact with the table.

“Is she dead?” I heard James asked poking me, I groaned “don’t poke her idiot, help her with her hoodie” I heard Trey say from the stove. “Here I got it” I heard Dixon saying and then my upper body was being lifted off the table and turned slightly, as Dixon managed to slip both my arms through the sleeves and then managed to get my head through the head hole. “There you go” he said with a smile, I was already falling back asleep “dude she looks dead” I heard James say.

“Morning” Taylor said as she walked in and took a sit across the table from me, I glared at her “What?” she asked confused “nothing” I mumble trying to keep my eyes open. Trey put pancakes, eggs and bacon in the middle of the table, everyone started filling their plates, and James thankfully placed to two pancakes, some eggs, and two pieces of bacon on my plate for me. I leaned my head on his shoulder to show my thanks and managed to pick up my fork and start eating.

“Why so tried Bubble Ass?” Dixon asked me, I threw a look his way that I hoped said “one more word and I’ll claw your face off with my fork” he of course ignored it. “Yeah did you not sleep well, I slept fine” Taylor said taking a bite of her pancakes “No I didn’t sleep well” I told her glaring “I’m sure that you slept perfectly fine though Tay” I said. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked confused “have any dreams you might want to share with table?” I asked taking a bite of one of my strips of bacon.

She looked like she thought about it for a second and then realization took over her face “No!” she said shocked. “Oh yeah” I told her with a nod, her eyes got really big “Emm I am so sorry” she said “I know but that’s what you said last time” I pointed out finishing my eggs and starting on my pancakes. “Would you guys like to share with the rest of us?” Adam asked looking curious, “No!” Taylor and I practically screamed, “How long?” she asked me “until six” I told her.