Bunking With Boys

Chapter 8: The Kiss

Avery's POV

I woke up the next morning in a haze.

I didn't remember much of what happened yesterday, and I had a feeling that was a good thing.

I noticed that Dawson wasn't in his bed but I instead Mona was.

I also noticed how it wasn't morning but in fact 3:12 a.m.

Great.

I wouldn't get back to sleep. Once I wake up, I'm awake for the rest of the night.

I decide to crawl out of bed and get a snack since I had nothing better to do.

I tip toe to the kitchen and see the Tv glowing from across the open area.

I squint my eyes to see Dawson half asleep on the couch, watching some home renovation show.

I grab an apple off the counter and try to walk back to my bed before he sees me, but my clumsy ass stumbles over a chair leg.

I mumble profanities as my toe stings from me jamming that bitch into a piece of metal.

Dawson's head turns towards me and I decide to not be a total bitch for once and make my way over to the couch, quite awkwardly.

"It's all that was on, I swear." He says rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Uh huh." I smirk. "It's cool. My guilty pleasure is Say Yes to the Dress."

"I-you know what. I don't have to explain myself to you. Now, are you just gonna stand there and tease me all night?" He asks, scooting over to make room for me on the couch.

I stay in my spot for a minute, contemplating my choices.

Deny and have this awkward tension with my roommate forever? Or stop being a pussy and just sit down?

I decide to walk to the couch and take a seat.

"So..." I mumble.

"So..." Dawson says back, and I'm pretty sure he was mocking me since he was portraying false awkwardness.

I turn my head I look at him and poke his chest. "Don't be a dick."

"Fine, fine. Sorry. Anyways, why are you up?" He pulls the blanket that was over him, over me as well.

"I don't know. Just woke and couldn't get back to bed."

He nods. "How bout you?" I ask, trying to be polite. I think it was working too.

"The couch's  pretty uncomfortable to sleep on." He admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

And I kinda feel bad. "You could've put Mona in my bed or shoved her on the couch." I laugh. "That girl could sleep on the floor and wake up perfectly fine."

"I guess. Just seemed right to give her my bed though." He shrugs his shoulders as if it was no big deal, and not actually really sweet.

And without thinking I tell him exactly how sweet it was.

"That's...actually really nice of you."

But this dude apparently can't take a compliment without turning it into a joke.

"See? I'm not that bad." He bumps my shoulder with his.

"Don't push it, King." I shove his shoulder back, but harder this time.

"Fine, fine." He stays silent for a moment before asking if I wanted to watch a movie.

"Sure." I say.

I had a feeling I wasn't doing this to be polite anymore, and I didn't like that thought. Not one bit.
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I wake up the next morning to feel my head on Dawson's shoulder. His arms were wrapped tightly around me waist and my body was nestled into his side.