Fading Away

Chapter Three

~Zacks P.O.V~

I was woken up by the sound of her snoring...It sounded like nothing i'd ever heard before. I don't know how I had managed to sleep through it, it was right in my ear, deafening me. I tried to move away a little but she had me firmly pinned where I was. I couldn't escape without waking her.

"Wakey wakey, rise and shine!" I said obnoxiously loud, shaking her playfully.She groaned and tried to roll away, taking the blanket with her.

"Time to wake up!" I said, pulling the blanket off of her and putting it out of reach. Her hand groped around wildly, searching for it. 

"Where is the blanket?" She groaned sleepily but clearly annoyed.

"Gone."

"It's not gone! Give it to me!" She sat up now, blinking quickly to try and wake herself up.

"It has gone."

"No it hasn't," She said, grabbing it and stealing it back from me. She curled up in it and closed her eyes again.

"Hey, I'm a little cold here," I complained playfully.

"Oh well, deal with it." She sounded like she was falling back asleep. Not under my watch. I grabbed the blanket again, pulling it from her.

"Zack!" She yelled, rolling over and kicking me. "Give me the blanket now!"

"Not until you be nice," I teased. 

"Oh my gosh! You are stressing me out!" 

"Good!" I laughed, tickling her.

"Stop! Please!" she scream-laughed.

I carried on.

"Zaaaack! Pleeeeease!"

"What's going on in here?" 

We both froze and turned around to see her mum standing by the doorway, frowning down on us.

"Hello, Mrs Jennings" I said cheerfully, smiling cheesely at her.

"Hello, Zack. Nice to see you, but it was rather unexpected." She sounded slightly annoyed but pleasant enough. Her hair was messy from having just woken up and she was still in her red dressing gown. 

"Hailey, we have spoken about having boys stop around. You know the agreement: They stay on the floor or not at all."

"I'm sorry mum, we just feel asleep, I didn't realise" Hailey said sheepishly. I looked at her apologetically.

"Don't let it happen again." She said sternly and left.

"I'm sorry" I said with my best puppy dog look. She just punched my arm and I pretended to be hurt like usual.

"You're such a douche-bag" She said as she pulled the blanket back and lay down beside me. 

"I know, but you love me." I joked, rolling over to look at her.

"I totally do not." She laughed and rolled to look at me too.

"You know you do!" I teased, winking at her.

"In your dreams" she said and stuck her tongue out.

She closed her eyes and just lay there for awhile. I looked at the shadow her dark eyelashes caused on her cheeks. Her hair was a medium brown colour that was difficult to describe. It had natural lighter brown highlights as well as darker steaks too. It was the kind of hair girls seemed to aim for but never really got right. The unique colour and curliness was what most girls tried to replicate but she got it naturally. Although her hair was what most would call perfect, she was no movie star model. She had her imperfections just like any girl, a few small spots on her chin and nose and tiny scar on her cheek. I sometimes playfully teased her about them because I didn't want to her to know that I thought she was pretty. That would just be embarrassing. She just my best friend after all.