summer wynter [series cancellation]

stranger things

BOWYN POV

I FEEL STRANGELY WEIRD. I feel as if I'm finally filled with something that I've wanted for a really long time. He's here — and he's next to me, and he's breathing and warm. His musk scent, and the small hint of deodorant is a small that's exhilarating.
Chase is fast asleep in my bed; he's face first, hands underneath the pillow, and hugging it tightly as he snores softly. We didn't do anything. We just talked, and talked, and talked. We didn't talk about anything that was serious. We only talked about what was interesting about ourselves — what are our likes, and dislikes. What's our current favorite thing to binge watch. Normal things.
Hmm, normal things...
I can't keep my eyes off of him. I've been awake for almost an hour now, and I feel like I'm still dreaming. I can't help but keep a small smile on my face; I'm fond of him for some unknown reason. But, it feels like I'm missing something. My smile doesn't stay too long.
I avert my eyes away from Chase, and I'm looking up at the ceiling. I'm not really sure what is it that I'm missing — but, I can feel it in the small pit in my chest. I could hear the morning birds beginning to wake up in the early morning. I should probably go back to sleep. I let out a small yawn, and turn on my side, facing the window and keeping my back turned to Chase.
What am I missing...?
I'm happy, right?

I can feel someone there. I don't know where or how, but I just know that I can. I can hear movement, and I can feel something heavy next to me. It's pitch black, so I'm not sure what exactly I'm looking at it. But, I see a bright light appear, and my vision is blurry. I think I just woke up.
It takes a second for me to adjust to where I'm at, or what's heavy next to me. I blink a few times, swallowing dry as I see light eyes staring at me, smiling softly at me.
"Don't look at me while I'm sleeping," I say.
He hides himself a bit into the pillow, as he continues to smile at me. He shakes his head, "I can't promise you that," he whispers back.
We lay for what seems to be hours, but it's only just seconds, and minutes. I close my eyes for a bit, and I feel like I'm heavy. I am so tired. My body just wants to rest. I hear a small meow coming from somewhere on the edge, and I can feel it get closer and closer.
Of course, it's Micheal Winston and his purring. He puts his face in mind, and rubs himself before licking my nose. I can hear Chase chuckle softly as I pet the old cat. "How long was I sleeping for?"
"Well, considering it's about to be 12, the entire morning," he reassures me. I swallow dryly a bit, continuing to pet Micheal, now with both hands.
"I have morning breath," I softly say.
"I don't care," he whispers, adjusting himself on the pillow. "I have it too."
I scoff, disgusted at the both of us. Micheal gives out a small meow, and jumps off the bed. There's space between us now. And I'm starting to wake up. And it's quiet between the both of us. I don't wanna look over at Chase; not because I don't want to —
     "What are you thinking about?" he says in a soft tone.
     "Nothing," I shake my head. I nip my bottom lip, already breaking my plan, and looked over at him. His light eyes — his gorgeous light eyes. His facial expression is so soft, and I can't help but swallow the lump in my throat. Chase gets closer and closer, and plants his lips on me in a soft embrace. I'm taken back by surprise by his kiss, which makes him lean back a bit.
     "Sorry," he apologizes.
     I shake my head, "no — I just — morning breath." I get up from the bed, and I sit up. I stretch myself, and walk over towards the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me. I know what he thinks; he probably understands. I'm not use to this — I'm not use to having Chase be so —
     I start to brush my teeth, and I see Chase leaning against the frame of the bathroom. I look at him for a bit in the mirror, brushing my teeth slowly before I rinse myself.
     "I know what you're feeling about me," I hear him say. "But, I've completely changed." I nip my bottom lip after wiping my mouth off. I turn my head so that I'm looking at him now.
     I nod, "I know."
     "I understand if you think we're going too fast—"
     "No, I don't think that..." I shake my head. We stay quiet. And I'm more suspiciously quiet than he is. I wanna move from the bathroom, but my knees are locked in place. My eyes are not on him, and it's making things feel worse. I want to look at him; I want to adore him — but is this going too fast?
     I can feel him walk closer and closer to me. I can feel his face is close to mine, and I feel his lips almost caress mine in this most insatiable, most softest touch I've ever felt before. I kiss him back. I kiss him as though nothing was wrong with us anymore.