A/N: Guys, omfg I'm so sorry i haven't updated. Writers block is evil. This chapter is so short, but i just needed to get some shit out.
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[PRESTON'S POV]
I woke up slowly, stretching my sore muscles and yawning contentedly. I winced when my arm brushed up against the edge of the bed, and felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment. No, i wouldn't think about that right now. I felt too...happy? Not really, more like, accepting. I couldn't find the words at that moment, honestly I was a little scatterbrained.
“Fucking pigeons, stealing MY goddamn pudding…”
I giggled softly at Lonnie as he mumbled utter gibberish, obviously still a little bit stuck in dreamland.
I crawled stealthily down from my bunk, being extra careful not to make any noise. I inched closer to Lonnie who was sprawled across his mattress drooling on his own shoulder. I rolled my eyes; typical. That little dork was always a little bit odd. Not that i was complaining or anything. It was entertaining, HE was entertaining. I shook myself free of that last thought, a bit shocked that it had even crossed my mind.
Lonnie snorted loudly, flinging his arm into my face.
He shrieked, opening his eyes and jolting. I gave him a droll stare and addressed him dryly.
“Thanks dude, I’m really into getting smacked in the face. It makes me feel like a pretty princess.”
I rolled my eyes as he collapsed into a fit of laughter, snorting occasionally. I couldn't help but smile at him. He was just too adorable. Oops, no, NOT adorable. Annoying, yes, adorable, no.
I stood abruptly, realizing how late it was. Fuck, it was like 11am.
Lonnie whined, reaching out to pull me back like a toddler would, his pale hands grabbing at the air. I rolled my eyes at him and he sat up, smirking.
“What?” I asked.
“You’ve got a twitch.”
“A what?”
“A twitch; your eyes keep jumping around.”
“Smartass.”
“Bitch.”
“Twat.”
He glared at me sleepily, “If I wasn’t so tired I would totally get you back.”
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