Bad Boy and the Badass

(8) Keep It In Your Pants

*-*-*London's POV*-*-*

   I wake up with Percy on my chest. Her hair a blonde mess all over her shoulders, chest rising and falling so softly. I also wake up hard. Why you might ask? Because fuck the universe that's why. I try and think of a way to get away or at least stop my impending issue. My mom, my dad, Dallas. Nope, still hard, shit. She's my best friend, if she wakes up and I'm still hard she'll think I'm just using her like everyone else. So what am I going to do? I'm going to do what every douchebag does best, escape in the morning without waking up the girl. I attempt to lift my arms but they're underneath hers, intertwined together, settled on her stomach. Why do I have to be such a bad person with such bad luck?

    Scratch that, I think mom calls that Karma. I gently pull my arms out from under hers, once I have one free I use it to lift her arm up and quickly pull the other out. I can work with this. I look to my right and grab a pillow, pull it next to me and then grab Percy. I reach around her front and lift her up slowly, then pull the pillow between us and drop her on it. She stirs and I pretend to be asleep, she turns around and lays on her stomach, wrapping both arms around my waist and laying her head on my chest, snuggling my abdomen. Why must you be such a cinnamon roll you smol bean.

     Once she's back to full sleep I reach to my left and grab my phone, using her back as an armrest and phone stand. I check my Instagram and Snapchat. Same girls complaining about me not calling them back, and same basic girls posing in front of a bathroom mirror with full makeup, with #wokeuplikethis underneath. Same old same old. Once I get tired of seeing the same things over and over I tap my way over to YouTube, scanning my recommend briefly: Top Nip slips of 2019, hottest girls in Japan, makeup tutorials (don't judge me they have hot girls giving the tutorials). Instead of watching another meaningless video, I search up different braids for long hair.

   Percy always has her hair either down or in a bun, maybe I can learn to do her hair for a date with Mark. Or some other guy that will be good for her and isn't me. It's not that I like her or anything, I mean she's great, but totally not my type. I like strong, confident, sexy blondes who just want to make out with no commitment. She's like, only 1 of those. Over, under, cross over. How the hell did someone concieve an idea like this?

   "You're warm, are you a bear?" Kore mumbles in her sleep. I didn't know she sleep talks. "Cabbage." What the actual hell is she dreaming about.

   "Kore, you good? Or are you awake and messing with me?" I wait for a few seconds, no reply.

   "Le chou ne peut pas être un ours, cars eat un chou, pas un ours." Percy mumbles again. Mental note: Ask Percy if she can speak French when she's awake. I poke the sleeping baguette to make her stop talking. Instead I'm met with more grumbling and her squeezing my torso even more. It kind of hurts to be honest, she has a really strong grip. I try and wiggle free, but she keeps an iron grip. Eventually I give up and just rest my hands on her back, sort of like a hug. Her grip softens and she smiles into my stomach. Precious bean.

    I check the time on my phone, 9:37. I'll wake her up at 10 and we can leave at 11. I told her I would take her out on Saturday and I plan to keep true to that promise. But what to do for now? Go back to sleep with my arms draped across my best friend and hope my dick chills out.

I wake up again at 10:23, with a weight shifting around my chest. I open my eyes and see Percy shifting about. She looks up at me with wide eyes and quickly scrambles off of me. I remember my issue and realize it has indeed faded. Thank God or this would be awkward.

"Sorry if I passed out on you last night, probably wasn't very comfortable to have another human being squeezing your stomach all night," Kore apologizes.