"Knock, knock," I called softly in front of Carson's door.
"Entrez-vous," He responded from inside his room.
I opened the door and peeked in.
Even though it was twelve at night, he was still laying in bed, fully clothed, wait-what? Fully clothed? My mind focuses on weird things. Never mind that, the point is that he wasn't in pajamas, and he was sitting in the chair next to his bed drawing.
"Ah, Hayley," He began, not looking up from his pad of paper, "You've finally come to my room, alone, and late at night. I knew this would happen eventually."
My eyebrows raised involuntarily. "Wait, what do you think is about to happen?"
He looked up from the paper with his own eyebrows cocked. "What do you think is about to happen?"
"Not what you're thinking."
He cursed lowly.
I laughed out loud and walked into the room as he moved to put down his drawing supplies.
"So, what are you here for, then?" Carson asked, gesturing for me to have a seat on his bed.
I did just that, and then shrugged, "Jacob is drunk and I couldn't sleep."
"Do you want me to lock him in the basement? I've done it before, he doesn't mind."
I laughed, "That's ok. I just wanted some quiet." Then I learned closer to look at the paper he had set down on the bedside table. "Do you always draw so late at night?"
"I draw whenever," He informed me, picking up the paper and beginning to draw again.
I nodded, continuing to watch him sketch. "What's that of?"
He turned the page so that I could see it, and my breath caught. The scene was of an ocean, and even though it was done in pencil, it was so lovely I couldn't help but be speechless. "Wow. That makes me feel really bad about myself."
He laughed musically, and put it down again. "Well, I have an idea on a game we can play. How about spin the bottle?"
I cocked my head. "But there are only two of us."
He grinned. "Exactly."
I laughed nervously, my heart stuttering, and said, "That's sounds like a terrible idea."
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Kidnapped, Unfortunately
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