Only Half Expected

Chapter Six

I wake up from a gentle shake from warm palms and cool fingertips from someone who I can sense I know.

"Kris. Kris. Krissy. Kristen. Kris. Krissy poo. Oh my god, I know your awake just open your damn eyes Kris," Hayes said, in quite an annoyed manner.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Hayes shaking me.

I glared at him.

"I was sleeping," I said.

"You were asleep for three hours after we arrived at my and Nash's house to get our stuff. Plus asleep for two after we got to your house and unpacked our stuff in two guest rooms," he said. "Or at least what we believed to be guest bedrooms."

"We only have one guest bedroom," I said.

"One of them did seem kind of girly.." he stuttered.

"You thought my bedroom was a guest bedroom?" I questioned.

"Apparently.." he muttered. "Nash told me it was a guest bedroom. "

"The pictures on the wall are my posters and pictures of me and 5 seconds of summer. You'd think it'd be a dead giveaway, but you know. Whatever works for you," i shrugged.

He laughed. "So, you wanna get up?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. My necks starting to feel stiff," I said, sitting up.

I looked around, realizing I was still in the car.

I climbed out, and as I stepped out Hayes slid his arm around me.

"What time is it?" I asked as I yawned, stretching out in order to help relive some of the sleepiness.

He pulled me closer. "6:27 was when I came out to get you. But I spent probably 15 minutes to wake you up. I almost thought you were dead, but I checked your pulse, so.... yeah," he explained.

"Okay," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

We stayed silent for the rest of the walk to the house.

When we got inside, I broke our connection and started up the stairs, waving Hayes to follow me.

As I watched him move to step up behind me, I climbed the stairs up to my bedroom.

"This is my room," I said. "Not a guest room."

"I'm sorry okay?" he waved his hands in the air, showing defeat.

I laughed. "It's okay. Just.. you could put your stuff in my brothers room," I suggested.

"Okay," he said expressionless, then started to gather the items.

"Wait," I said, stopped him.

He froze. "Yes?"

"My brothers room is kind of a never-ending hole of stinky-ness and dirty clothes and moldy food. We can share my bed, unless you would rather sleep on the couch."

He laughed, then nodded lightly.

"Okay," he agreed. "You sure you're okay with it?" He questioned.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine," I said. "As long as you don't try anything 'funny'."

"Haha, it's not like you wouldn't mind," he smirked and winked at me, making my cheeks flush.

I quickly turned, and placed my cool hands upon my cheeks, to sooth the burning red and prevent it from spreading.

I turned back around to face him. "You would be the one who wouldn't mind. I, on the other hand, would probably not enjoy it, and I would rather mind."

"You're half right," he said, his baby blue eyes darkening like the nights sky. He stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us. "I would enjoy it."

I tried to step backwards l avoid him, but I ended up tripping on the bed and falling there.

Before I could react by continuing further back and jump out the window, he grabbed my wrist.

I tried to pull free, but his grasp was too strong. Somehow, his hand still felt warm and gentle around my arm, even though the pressure he was applying was sure to leave red marks on my wrist.

I was about to tell him to let go of me, but before I got the chance he pulled me to him before whispering in my ear, "but I can guarantee you, that you would as well."

I felt a chill run down my spine, despite the warmth coming in through my open window.

I pulled away as hard as I could, while driving my nails in his arm he was holding me with.

He released me, but not without a glare first.

What the heck, I thought. Did he really think I wanna gonna do it with him?

I ran out of the room, and soon found Nash, eating a sandwich while he watched some show I'd never seen before.

I looked at him, and he set his sandwich aside.

"You alright?" He asked me wearily.

I sat down beside him. "Not completely."

He turned off the tv and stood up.

He grabbed my wrist and drug me to the door. "Come on," he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna take you somewheres other than the park, and you're gonna tell me what's on your mind. Okay?"

He held me straight while I slid my sneakers on, and turned me to him before we went out the door.

I nodded. "Okay," I said.

He gave me a sympathetic smile, trying to reassure me that whatever was on my mind was something he could help me with.

And with that, we walked out to his car and drove out of the driveway.