Kaleidoscope

|| Chapter 8: Chick-Flick Bullshit ||

Florence

As I wake the next morning I feel a weight pressing uncomfortably against my leg, my head lying on some warm, hard surface. I slowly crack my eyes open, they immediately widen as I realize my head has been resting on Beckett's chest the whole night. 

I look down to see Emily's head on my thigh, I shake my head, not understanding why she didn't use a pillow. I gently shake her off onto the ground. I cringe as I hear a definite thump, as her head hits the floor. This does nothing to wake her though, she is forever the heaviest sleeper I know. I go to sit up, but for some reason I find myself unable to. I swivel my head around. 

Beckett's arm is clamped around me, great. 

I am luckily the first to wake up, so there are no witnesses to my awkward attempts to get Beckett's arm off me without waking him. I wriggle around, hoping to squirm myself out of his hold. As I do so, I hear him groan and instantly pull me in closer. I am rolled back into his chest, this time I can't even move my head around. I stop breathing, how do I get out of this now? 

I slowly maneuver my arm to his, and begin nudging his arm off me. This proves to be harder than I thought, but I keep going. Eventually I turn my body around in his hold and push with both my arms - this time his arm fights me, and I hear a chuckle from behind me. My face immediately heats up, Beckett's awake. 

"Get off me, you asshole" I hiss, trying my best to save face. 

I can feel his smirk when he responds, "well Flor, you were the one who slept on top of me the entire night"

My face heats further, "I did not!"

I feel him lean in closer, his mouth at my ear as he whispers, "did too."

He then swiftly lets me go, gets up, and walks toward the kitchen. 

I lie on the ground, horrified. I hate him, that was so embarrassing. And now, the egotistical dickhead probably thinks I want him or something. Oh god, do I? This is so terrible. 

Beckett re-enters the room, and I do my best to compose myself and tame my serious blush. He has two bowls of Cap'n Crunch in his hands, and hands me one. I snatch it from his hands, and plop myself on the couch next to him. 

"You know," he grins, "a thank you would be nice."

I turn the TV on to an episode on spongebob, "yeah I guess that would be nice" I say as I stick my tongue out at him. I feel my blush slowly recede and for that I thank god. 

He just shakes his head with a smile, and sits down next to me. We eat in silence, not discussing the morning. I can't help but think, are we not talking about it because it registered as nothing to him? It probably wasn't even a blip on his radar, while for me - thinking about it could still redden my cheeks. I groan internally, why am I so lame and why the hell am I hung up on this. 

Slowly everyone begins to get up, rub the sleep out of their eyes, and join us. 

We all sit in a comfortable silence, laughing at certain scenes. Then, Leo wakes up, and there is no stopping that chatterbox. He plops himself on the ground below us, and starts telling everyone about his 'insane' dream from last night. 

I pick up my phone, and go to check if my parents had messaged. They had, I tell them I'll be home in an hour or so. It's then that I notice a text from an unknown number. I copy and paste the number and search it on FaceBook.

I click on the profile it's attached to, and my eyes widen for the second time this morning. I can't believe I have such a terrible life, "Aria Jain" her head turns to me, my teeth grit as I spit out "what. The. Fucking. Fuck. Did. You. Do?"