Too Much To Handle Alone

Twenty One

🍁Sunday, November 1st🍁
"She Over-Thinks Because She Was Under-Loved."
~ A.D. Woods
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Kennedy's Pov
I'm scared to wake up. I am afraid to wake up because I don't want to see that it was all just a dream. That Jason and I are still "just friends". Yesterday was absolutely amazing and the ending just made it perfect. I don't want it to all go away. I don't want it to all be in my imagination.

I slowly opened my eyes expecting something different. Although I don't know what to expect. It's not like he stayed over and waking up will magically make him disappear from my bed. That would be really trippy though. At least I know last night wasn't a dream because I slept in Jason's hoodie.

I sat up and slid out of bed with a smile. I brought my fingers up to my lips and I can still feel the tingling sensation of his lips being there just a few hours ago.

Deciding to take a shower before breakfast, I grabbed my undergarments and a towel and went into the bathroom connected to my bedroom. I put my things down on the lid of the toilet and looked in the mirror. Then my eyebrows furrowed in confusion at something that's taped to my mirror.

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself as I took it off. Then I gasped and dropped it in the sink.

It's a picture from outside my window of me sleeping. I'M SLEEPING! I ran towards my bedroom window and looked outside. They must've climbed the tree beside my window. How come I didn't see the flash? I feel like even when someone's sleeping they can see a bright flash.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Jason's number as I sit criss cross on my bed staring out the window as if I'll see someone materialize into existence.

"Hello?"

He's still sleeping! Or was still sleeping. His sleepy voice is so sexy though. Deep and raspy. I only feel a little bad for waking him.

"Jason. Can you come over? Please?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course. Are you okay?" He asked. Still in his sleepy voice.

All of a sudden something hit my window and I let out a short shriek in both fear and surprise.

"I-I'm okay. Just...just please get here." I stuttered and hung up.

I don't know what to do in the meantime. What if whoever took the picture comes back? Should I stay in my room? Or should I go downstairs in case they come in through the window? How did they even get in last night? My window is always locked as far as I know and I am one million percent sure I locked the back door.

Maybe I should check the window again. There could be something that I missed.

...

Nope. Frick that. I'm staying right here in my bed where it's safe.

They must've gotten in through the window though. How else would they have gotten the picture onto my bathroom mirror?

OH SHEET! What if they never left?! They could be somewhere in my house right now! They could be under my bed and I don't even know it. Should I check?

That's also a solid no. If I check under the bed next thing I know is I'm being dragged under by some lunatic pulling my hand. No way Jose.

This is not the ideal way to spend my Sunday morning. Really? Cowering in my bed? I'm pathetic!

DING DONG!

Yes! Jason is here!

I immediately jumped out of bed and ran full force, Olympic track runner speed, to the front door. I opened the door and instantly cling onto Jason almost making him stumble backwards.