Falling For You

-XLVII-

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Harley

What the actual fuck. 

With blurry and pained eyes I crack one open a sliver. Not that I can see through my curtain of messy hair. 

I try to lift my body but find that there's a weight pressing me down. Confused, I force my eyes open to assess the situation. 

Glancing down there's an arm wrapped around my torso in a strong grip. I quickly travel up to the person's face and let out a breath of relief. 

Would've been rather awkward if I didn't recognize their face. 

"Hey Drew," I whisper poking his cheek. Instead of moving his hand like I was hoping he just lightly shakes his head in a cute manner. 

Ignoring the throbbing headache I turn myself around, the best I can, so that I'm facing him. 

It's amazing how sleep makes boys look so angelic. Drew's only feature that doesn't soften is his muscles. He may brag about them all the time but it's not unwarranted. 

Making sure I don't become the typical girl in the movies I change my focus to his face again. I tap his forehead a few times causing them to crease. He mumbles something incoherent and just when I thought he was letting me go, he rolls over me instead. Lovely. 

We're in a kind of awkward position with most of his body lying on top mine. His head is slightly tilted down, gently breathing into my neck. 

Putting my hands on his shoulders I shove as hard as I can. Surprisingly it works, I do hear an audible thud from the ground, but hey I'm free. 

"Ow," he groans. "What the crap was that for?" 

I peek over the side of the bed smiling sheepishly. "I have to go pee?" 

Ignoring the unimpressed look, I carefully step over him and head to the bathroom. 

Once I'm finished and have found some Tylenol I feel better. I stifle a laugh when I exit the bathroom. There's Drew wrapped up in the blankets again. 

Grabbing one of his sweaters I head downstairs knowing Beth will be awake. 

Breathing in the scent of the hoodie I sigh. Boys hoodies always smell good. 

"Morning Beth!" I greet once I spot her on the barstools. 

"Morning Harley," she beams back. "You seem awfully chipper for someone who returned from a party at one am." 

I laugh. "I've taken a Tylenol already so I'm doing better." 

I decide to make some bacon and eggs for breakfast. As I'm going through the routine Beth speaks again.

"So did you do anything embarrassing for the books?" 

"Uh," I pause holding an un-cracked egg. "Not that I know of? I was kind of drunk for the last hours." 

Her cheerful laugh sounds. "Oh the joys of teenage hood." 

When I have the eggs and bacon crackling on the stove an new voice joins the room. 

"Morning," he yawns out. Scott and Drew are almost identical with uncanny resemblance, both physically and personality wise; sleeping in is just one example of that.  

"Morning hun." Beth kisses him as he joins the seat next to her. 

I smile not disgusted like most people seem to be when two people kiss. In my eyes it means their love is still alive. It gives me hope that I'll find that person who will never stop loving me nor will I them. 

Plating the freshly cooked food I offer Scott a plate knowing it's his weakness. Like father like son. 

"Harley," he exclaims tempted. "How am I supposed to keep a slim figure if you're offering me this greasy goodness?" 

"Uh," I pretend to think. "You worry about it later?" 

"Great, awesome plan I love it." He shrugs his shoulders and takes the plate, not waiting a second before digging in. 

Knowing that Beth has already had her smoothie or some healthy breakfast, Scott and I sit eating our unhealthy ones. 

Just as we're finishing Drew stumbles in. Yawning like his father he says a mumbled 'morning'. 

Like a dog he sniffs out the food and follows his nose to the stove where I left him a plate. 

"Drew you better marry this girl before some other guy does. With these amazing cooking skills she's going to catch more eyes than she already does." Scott jokes seeming a little more awake. 

Drew must've got something stuck in his throat as he makes a choking noise. 

Clearing his throat he replies, "Sure dad I'll be right on that after I finish school and all." 

"I don't know Drew, she might get snatched before that. And you don't want to miss out on this cooking." 

"Drew you do know how to cook too." His mother pipes in, reminding him that she taught him the skill. 

"Yeah, but Harley's food always tastes better." He shovels another forkful in his mouth. 

"Laying it on thick, good job you're almost there." Scott teases earning a silent glare from Drew. 

"Don't worry," I join the teasing. "Since you'll always be my best friend you can still eat my creations." 

"Perfect," he grins. "See dad I'll be fine." 

"Coming from experience, the husband gets more food than the friend." He points out, clearing the dishes away. 

Sometimes people at school would ask me if I secretly had a crush on Drew. Obviously I have thought about what it would be like to be with him, but he's my best friend. It'd be weird to be anything else. Besides, I really don't think I'm his type. Drew tends to hang out with the popular girls from cheer squad when he's not with Ally and I. Plus I'm not about to try out for cheer. Im content at where our friendship is at, so to all the people who ask I say no. No I don't have a crush on my best friend. 

The day is mostly spent doing homework the evil teachers gave us for Christmas break. 

A couple of weeks easily pass by, leaving only three days until Christmas. 

Of course I couldn't manage to finish my gift shopping. So far I've got Ally, my dad, and my mom covered. All that's left is Cody and Drew. Why are boys so difficult to shop for? 

"What about this?" Ally attempts to help. 

I study the little over priced bottle of cologne. "Eh, I don't think so." 

She sighs exasperated. "There's got to be something in this mall that they'll like." 

"How about we take a break and grab some food?" I bargain. 

"Sounds good, we've been walking forever." 

"Mmm," Ally leans back in her chair kicking her feet up on a vacant one. 

I take a sip of my soda and feel myself relax too. 

What would someone like Cody or Drew want for Christmas? 

Cody's favourite colour seems to be shades of blue. Drew isn't one for expensive gifts. Both like video games. Cody likes football. Drew likes soccer. 

"I got it!" I exclaim startling Ally. "I know what to get them."