Especially Gifted

10 **Test Scores and Schedules**

        I woke up groggy and a little light headed. The black sheets were warm, but smelled unfamiliar. When I went to turn over, there was something I felt that was across my waist. Slowly I opened my eyes and it took a while for them to adjust to the dim light and the color scheme of the room. Finally able to see, I looked over to see what it was that was so warm that I had been cuddling with. Grey laid there asleep and adorable as hell. We both must have fallen asleep during the movie... We didn't have sex did we? I sat up and decided to rewind time to find out. As I went back, I watched the hours on his clock turn backwards. But when I got to the correct time, I seen that we didn't. I fell asleep, and he looked too tired to carry me back to my dorm. He swayed when he stood, but turned the t.v. and the lights off. Before laying back down, he shifted me so I was under the covers, and then laid down beside me after grabbing a different cover for him to use. He really is a sweetheart. I came back to the present and looked over at him. His black hair fell over his face in a way that made him look like he didn't care about the world. Making sure to not wake him up, I crawled out of the bed. I stood and stretched and headed for the rest room. I hoped he doesn't mind, but I used his hair brush. I came back in to his room, and started to look at the guitars.

        He has some that were signed from famous bands like Kiss, Guns 'N' Roses, and a few other old rock-n-roll bands. I smiled when I seen that the piano had the key-lid back down over the keys. I don't remember closing it, so he must have. I checked the time, and it was 6:35. I should probably wake Grey up. I walked over and sat down next to him. I reached out to shake him a little, but when I did he flopped around, grabbing my arm in the process. I hit the bed sheets and made a small grunt from the stun. He had my arm under his head and had wrapped his left arm around my waist again. He sure was a cuddler! I tried to wiggle my way back a little, but couldn't move. My face seemed like it was only inches away from Grey's, and it probably was. "Grey. Grey" I called his name a few times and he stirred a little at the last one. "Grey, it's time to wake up. We have to get up for school. Grey" I kept trying but either he was a heavy sleeper, or was ignoring me. I watched as his nose twitched and he let go of my waist to itch it. I used that time as a window for opportunity and used my free arm to shake him. "Grey" I coaxed. Finally, he began to stir coming back from dream land. In his last effort to fall back asleep, he wrapped me up again, but pulled me closer. My face was nearly touching his and our lips met up perfectly. His eyes started to shift under his eyelids (yes, you can see that. Even in real life!) and he was finally waking up. He grumbled something and his eyes started to open.

        "Um... Angel?" the innocence in his voice made him sound like he was a twelve year old kid who was completely pure and didn't cuss or anything. I looked into his eyes, and they were a dull green color at first, but then as he became more awake got brighter. "Angel?" he asked again. The gears started turning in my mind and I could start to focus on more things than our lips touching. 

        "You pulled me in like this. No offense, but I even tried to get away." He took a minute to respond, but shook his head. He must know he's a cuddler. His hair fell in his eyes and it gave him the cutest look that I could have ever seen. If I weren't tied up in Grey and afraid of the reaction, I would probably try to get a picture. He mumbled something, but it was too inaudible for me to make out. We just laid like this for a little, unsure of what to do or what to say. "I used your hair brush earlier. I got up once, and walked around a bit. I sat down to wake you up and then this happened." It took a lot to concentrate on the words I was trying to say. Every time we would say something, our lips would brush against each other and that distracted me one hundred percent. He must have noticed to and looked down to see just how close he pulled me in. Our bodies were smashed against each other, and if someone took one look, you would think we were about to have sex instead of trying to wake up. When he lifted his head, he tried to scoot back a little. But he had to scoot forward to do that, and there was no room. Completely clueless of how to get out of this without falling on top of each other, we just laid there, taking everything in.