Painted Faces

Chapter Eight

oh me oh my oh me oh my! It has been an awful log time hast I my lovelies? I'm awfully sorry school has started back up again as I just haven't found the time but here you go I love how Wattpad updated so now I can write straight from my phone oh it's going to be ago useful <3 continue in dearest readers (:

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Light threatened to overcome the darkness residing behind my eye lids as it poured in through the window. I kept my eyes shut tightly trying to hold onto the growing illusion of sleep, but no matter how hard I tried to hold on, it was slipping through my grasp.

Reluctantly my senses started switching on for the day. The birds could be heard chirping a morning melody just outside the window. My hair was tickling my nose even after I attempted to softly blow it out of the way, my morning breath burned away at my taste buds. There was a faint smell coming into recognition as my smell returned, a lemony smell with an undertone of peppermint. There was something else there but my sleepy mind was to out of sorts to ponder what it was any farther.

The light grew more and more dominate behind my eyes, groaning at the fact I couldn't stay asleep much longer I rolled over and attempted to force my brain back into sleep mode. Once I did roll over though I found that there was something firm in my bed, I brushed it off thinking it was just a body pillow or something. I snuggled in closer and took a deep breath in, taking in the warmth and the strong smell. That's where the smell had been coming from in the first place in suppose.

Racking my brain for any sort of an explanation, furrowing my eye brows and taking another deep breath in, I started recognizing the other undertone smell. The smell was a sort of musky smell-a deep man scent-maybe it rubbed off of me from Skylar's jacket last night. Crap. I almost forgot about last night. I'm going to hate his taunts and teasing about my ridiculous fears of heights. He may have been nice at the time but sure enough he'll end up making fun of me in the end. Everyone always does.

Suddenly realizing I don't remember coming in last night, I sat up so quickly that I gave myself a brutal head rush. After attempting to rub the sleep from my eyes I looked around the room, there were clothes scattered everywhere and CD's upon every surface imaginable, there in the coner even sat a beautiful six string fender bright sleek red guitar. It may have taken my brain a minute to process, but I realized In fact, I was not in my hotel room. Ever so slowly I looked back down to the bed where I had just been snuggling into... there was no such body pillow in the bed. The firm being that the smell had been coming from was a shirtless Skylar Richards.

"what the hell!?" my shrill morning voice pierced the still morning air like an arrow bursting through a glass barrier and startling him out of his slumber. He rolled over and tried to look at me through slit eyes. He was still over come with sleepy senses. His hair was sticking out to the right in every form possible and had a tad bit of drool sliding down his right cheek. With the back of his left hand he attempted to rub some of the sleep away.

"Why are you shouting?" he whispered, the morning sleepiness evident in his voice.

"Uhm why am I in your bed? In fact why am I wearing your clothes?" I gasped, looking down I was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that had a few multi colored paint splatters on them and an over sized light red t shirt. I lifted the shirt away from my chest to peer into it. Lucky for him I was still wearing my tank top underneath. Taking another look into the sweat pants I was still wearing my shorts also.

By the time I looked back over to him he was sitting there smiling sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck, instantly I grew suspicious. "well you see, after I carried you back to the hotel ya know you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you on the count of what kind of a day you had had and most of it was my fault already...." he paused momentarily to look down at his lap, just then my brain decided to notice he was shirtless. In fact I could see he was only in his boxers. As he started to continue I drug my eyes away from his surprisingly buff chest and stomach back to his face.