Weird Things #Wattys2015

Chapter 12

Sofia's POV

James' question caught me off guard. I looked down to my lap and furrowed my eyebrows deep in thought.
What exactly do I remember? Its not much. My last memories are lots of fragments scattered everywhere in my brain like a big mess.

"Well, I remember that I was writing the results of the experiments on my notebook. Then, I heard an explosion very close to me and there was this smoke that clouded everything around me. I-I stood up gasping for air, but then someone bumped against me and I fell. I tried really hard to stand up again and get out of there, but I couldn't see anything. It w-it was getting harder to breathe, my arms and legs felt heavy, so then I gave up and laid there still, waiting for someone to rescue me..." He nodded and motioned for me to continue. I sighed.

"The next thing I think I remember is being in your car. Its kind of blurry. You putted something in my mouth and I swallowed it. It tasted...funny. Like...metal?" I looked back at him and he was tense, his eyes wide, but he composed himself in seconds clearing his throat.

"Um...I gave you water. It probably tasted like metal because it was water from the school's fountain. I filled my water bottle with it this morning." He replied looking at his hands. His story sounds believable, but I'm getting this strange feeling that he's lying to me. I chose to ignore it and shrugged it off.

"Oh, okay." I replied. 

"Hey, I have Netflix. Do you want to watch something with me? You can pick anything you want." I offered trying to lighten up the mood.

"Sure." He replied and scooted closer to me. He chose to watch "Psych", which is one of my favorite TV Shows. Twenty minutes in the first episode of the first season, I cuddled to him unconsciously and he tensed up a little, but seconds later he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine. We stayed like that for hours. Laughing at the funny scenes, making jokes and enjoying each other's company. 

James' POV

"JAMES WAKE UP!!!" Someone shouted in my ear and I swear that if that person hadn't fucking moved, I would've ripped his head off. I opened my eyes and my vision was blurry, but seconds later they adjusted to the blinding light coming from my window. I sat up and scanned the room for the intruder who just ruined one of the most perfect dreams I've ever had.

"WHAT THE FUCK MIKE?!" I yelled in anger and frustration. That dream felt so fucking real that I could still feel her soft lips against mine and our bodies so close that not even a piece of paper would fit between us.

"Ha! You just had a dirty dream about Sofia." Michael exclaimed pointing at my lower region that was slightly covered by the bed sheet. When I looked down and saw the result of my dynamic dream, I immediately stood up and ran to my bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes that were soaked in sweat,  got into the shower and turned on the cold water. Then I could hear Michael laughing.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone! Yet." Michael shouted emphasizing the word yet.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!" I yelled, but that only made him laugh harder. Today is Saturday and its been three days since Sofia was discharged. When she fell asleep watching "Psych" with me, I gave her another drop of my blood. Her dad and brother got more overprotective and didn't let her out of the house, not even to take out the trash. So, we texted each other a few times updating on our activities of the day. After my "friend" down there calmed down, I stepped out of the bathroom, threw on black sweat pants, a gray t-shirt, a black beanie and black Converse. I drank two blood bags and resumed my work from college. All of it are just some papers I had to read, organize and sign.