Chapter 5

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~Jess's POV~

I gently move my leg over the object next to me, snuggling into my warm blanket.

Noo it can't be morning . I wanna sleep.

"Am I comfy?" A scruffy voice, causes me to shoot my eyes open.

"Matt! You scared me" I whisper, partially smiling.

"I'm sorry babe. Just wanted to make sure you were okay." He softly smiles, grazing my cheek with his finger.

He goes to move but I grab his waist.

"Please-just- stay." I say quietly.

He smiles, laying back down, and holding my head against his chest.

I listen to his steady heart beat.

It sounds like a rainy day. Ya know, those repeating thumps of graceful water droplets.

Those were always my favorite times to nap as a kid.

During storms.

So I relax on Matts chest, listening to the thumps.

Sooner or later finding peace, and falling into a deep sleep.

But this time instead of sleeping in my little bed alone, back home.

I'm with the boy I truly have feelings for.

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"What are you even saying, you freak." I giggle.

"I'm just saying. Shouldnt have Katniss died? Like come on. Gettin out of 2 hunger games. That's not fair to the others !" Cam furrows his eyebrows.

"Welcome to the after math of reading teen fiction my friend."

"And what's with this Gale thing? Is she kidding.. Peeta's the one for her like stop."

I chuckle.

"I know Cam. I know."

He sighs and puts down the book.

"I'm gonna go get the third one. Would you like to come?" He asks me, "I'll go get Matt?"

"Sure! Let me get my phone."

He runs outside, trying to find Matthew.

When I realize my phones upstairs I sigh.

Of course it is..

I look into the living room.

Perfect.

"naASHHHHH!" I yell.

Instantly he jumps up, running to the stairs.

"What's wrong!?" He bends down, concerned.

"Will you take me upstairs so I can get my phone?" I ask with a cheeky smile.

"jesus" he mumbles.

I giggle as he slides his arm under mine, picking me up bridal styles.

He marches up the stairs, making sure to hold onto me tightly.

When we get to my room he kicks the door open with his foot, leading me towards my bed.

"Ya know I think my phones over th-"

He looses balance and we 'plunk' onto my bed.

A shooting pain goes up my arm, but I ignore it.

For a second it all comes back.

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