Lost And Found

Changer 24: Unexpected

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Andromeda:

"Andromeda, are you awake?"

I slowly roll over onto my other side, ending up getting cuddled into Drew's chest. Warm, comforting heat radiated off of him, keeping me nice and toasty. With my ears I could hear his heart beating in his chest, against his ribs cage, just the sound of it beating was soothing.

"Yeah, I'm awake," I answer after a short period time, my eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

It was sometime in the early morning, the sun not even coming up yet, the world outside asleep, and some, awake. Inside of the tent was either cold, warm, or freezing to where I'm shivering and my teeth are chattering. Right now, I was just in the midst of falling asleep, any minute and I would be out like a light.

"Good," he says. I open my eyes slightly, looking at him. Looking at him, focusing on him more closely, I see he was smiling like a complete idiot.

"Okay, what do you want?" I ask, sitting up, resting my head on my hand.

"Nothing," he mumers quietly, using one of his hands to squeeze my own.

"Alright," I whisper back, resting my head back down onto the pillow, closing my eyes.

I wasn't that tired, but for some reason it felt like Sand Man --from 'Rise Of The Gaurdians' -- was sprinkling a whole bunch of sleeping dust on me, making me seem more tired than I realized. Even with my eyes closed, and the very close imdepending arrival of sleep on it's way, I was still very aware of my surrounds. A flash of yellow light passed my eyes, making me cringe. The source of the light was probably from a flashlight, and the sound of scratching-- that could on come from when a pencil (or pen) is moving across paper. Meaning only one thing.

Drew was drawling.

When Drew drawled, and whatever it was that he made, was a piece of beauty. But, when he did at one in the morning, there had to be something bothering him. Something like troublesome thoughts or a bad feeling down in the out of his stomach; something that, for me, only happened on odd, and unexpected occasions. Which, by the way, was something that was happening now.

My breathing was even, my eyes were shut, and I was laying somewhat still, with the a little bit of drool coming out of my mouth, on the side that was smashed down into the pillow. There was probably going to be a puddle of my salvia on my pillow in the morning, and my cheek red, and covered in spit. What I'm trying to say is, to the human eye, I looked asleep. Out cold. In the midst of dream land.

I guess Drew thought I was asleep, because what I heard come out of his mouth took me by surprised. I don't know if it was just in themomentor if it was just from pure exhaustion, but the words were so close to the ones I've always wanted to hear. His voice was a whisper.

"Asleep, or awake, you mean a lot to me. And, I'm an idiot for saying this while you're asleep and not while you're awake." He rambled on nervously, making it really hard to not giggle at his awkwardness.

I've seen beat up and bruised Drew (which I still need to ask him about). I've seen flirtous Drew. I've seen angry Drew. I've seen happy and bright Drew. But, I've never seen this Drew. The part of him that showed a passionate, caring, loving, person. The part of him that made my heart swell. It was these moments, in the silence, in the dark, where even when I'm having a bad day, a troubling feeling, or negative thoughts, he became my bright light. My star in the night sky. MyBeasty.