"Valerie," I felt someone poke my arm. "Valerie." The voice repeated.
I peered through my eyelids, I don't remember falling asleep. I tried to adjust myself, but something held me back. I looked down.
"Here, sorry." Tyler reached over and unbuckled me.
"Sorry, I didn't realise I fell asleep." I rubbed my eyes. I looked around to find that we're parked outside my house.
"You didn't have to take me home." I managed to say.
"Get out," He rolled his eyes, smiling.
"See you tomorrow." I said, leaning slightly over kissing his cheek. I felt myself burn a little, but I got out quickly anyway.
Tyler's POV.
"Thank you, Tyler." She said softly, her voice still thick with tears.
Before I could even open my mouth, I felt her small arms wrap themselves tightly around my neck. I felt the color drain from me. I didn't know what to do, either hug her back or push her away. Apparently, my body functioned before my mind and hugged her back. I was tense at first, but I forced myself to relax and treasure this moment. Scared of ruining the moment, I squeezed my arms around her a little in response instead of talking.
My mind finally functioned, but it was too late. Scolding me for my actions, but I reasoned myself that it was just a hug, a friendly hug.
I felt her arms loosen themselves a little around my neck. Looking down at her face, her eyes were fighting to stay open.
"Sleep." I told her -more like whispered- and stroke her hair.
In a minute, she's fast asleep, leaning aganist me. Unwrapping her arms from me, I laid her down softly on the couch.
I stared at her sleeping figure for a while, she was beautiful. He lashes touching her rosy cheeks, hair sprawled around her framing her face, breathing peacefully, living in a simple world.
"You like her, don't you." I heard my mother state from behind me.
I shook my head, "No."
"Well, you staring at her is creepy if you don't like her." She folded her arms.
"I don't like anyone, mother." I stated a little bit more harshly than intended.
I could see the disappointment appear in her eyes a little but she shook her head, walking upstairs.
I felt guiltiness rise at the pit of my stomach, but she needed to understand that this subject was red-lined. I don't like Valerie. I can't. Plus, it's none of her business it's my life. I turned to face Valerie's sleeping figure once more, brushing a brown lock from her face.
I drove through the longest way, just to have some time with her, even if she's sleeping. I checked on her once in a while to make sure she doesn't hurt her neck while sleeping. I couldn't help but stare at her sleeping figure, leaning slightly on the window, light breaths coming from her parted lips.
I realised that we reached her street and I could see her house's lights on. I parked right infront of her door so she doesn't have to walk much. I thought about carrying her, but I didn't know what her mother would think. Unwillingly, I called her name softly but she didn't wake up. I poked her arm a little, she stirred a little. "Valerie," I repeated.
Her eyes fluttered a little, showing how tired she is. She tended to sit straight, but looked at the seatbelt.
"Here, I'm sorry." I don't know what I'm apologizing for.
