Complementary

eighteen

junk of the heart (happy) - the kooks

zayn

I wake up due to the sun's bright light streaming directly into my eyes; something I find strange because winter is nearing and the days have been gray lately. For some reason, I frown. I do not have classes today, and when I have nothing to do, I enjoy laying in bed all day. It is an odd feeling to stay under the covers for hours at a time when the world is wide awake just outside. It is almost as if rainy days will the city to stay inside.

Still, I stretch my arms out and nearly jump out of my own skin when I hear a tired voice say, "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

"Oh my God, Carlie," I look over at the girl who is in bed beside me. "I forgot you stayed over again."

"Evidently," she laughs, sitting upright. "You know, you're a pretty late sleeper. It's nearing one."

"You should've woken me," I rub at my eyes. "How long have you been awake?"

She shrugs. "Not too long, actually. But I've been thinking."

I smile, adjusting my pillow and looking up at her from where I am laying. Her short hair is quite messy and there is black make up smudged beneath her eyes, but she still looks so pretty. "That's never good." I finally reply.

Carlie rolls her eyes. "I was thinking about the time we first met."

I cringe. "Don't remind me."

"Why not?" She laughs.

"Because," I groan, pulling the covers over my face to hide my pink cheeks. "I was so awkward and gawky, and you were just so cool."

"You thought I was cool?" She teases, laying back down next to me and poking at me through the down quilt.

"Yeah," I poke my head out due to proper breathing purposes. "You intimidated me. I was also really high, too."

"You were." She agrees. "You couldn't find that pizza."

"It was hidden, okay?"

"No it wasn't!" Carlie exclaims, raising her eyebrows. "It was -"

"Right under the frozen burritos, I know." I cut her off, screwing my eyes shut with embarrassment.

She chuckles. "If it makes you feel any better, I thought your awkwardness was cute."

"That doesn't make me feel better." I snort. "I don't want to be cute, I want to be rugged and masculine and sexy."

"You are rugged and masculine and sexy, but you're also cute and awkward at the same time. That's why I like you." She boops my nose childishly and I swat her hand away, taking it in my own and interlacing our fingers.

"Thanks." I say dumbly.

She grins. "But really, what'd you think of me? Other than the fact that I was so cool you nearly shit your pants."

"Oh, shut up," I joke, but think for a bit before speaking again. "I thought you were really beautiful, but in a different way. No other college girls dress like you or talk like you, and I thought that was nice. When we first met in the kitchen, though, I didn't even know you were Lou's stepsister until you said something about it."

Her eyes flicker down from my face to our intertwined fingers. She studies our hands together for a moment. "I am different from most college girls. And you're different from most college guys. I think that's why we make a good team."

"We do make a good team." I agree.

Her mouth spreads into a smile, her sea glass eyes illuminating with happiness. She leans forward and presses her lips against mine, hesitantly at first, then once again without refrain.