Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses(Slowly Editing)

CHAPTER 27 |LOSE MY HEART|

"Why fit in when you were born to stand out?" -Dr. Seuss

Take a look at Meredith's picture. I love her smile <3

The song is I Could Fall In Love by Selena Quintanilla <3 R.I.P to her and thanks to my Dad who made me found out about this amazing song :)

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Maddie

I woke up with a heaviness on my body. I slowly opened my eyes as the sun rays pierced my irises. I stared at the ceiling and quickly realized that I was in Zack's bathroom. I began to realize that I was in his bathtub.

I froze as I felt like I was unable to move. There was a literal heaviness pressed up against me. Something was pressed up against my chest. More like someone. My heart skipped a second as I saw Zack's head pressed against my boobs as his arms were enlaced around my tiny waist. His eyes were shut.

Holy Guacamole!

My eyes opened wider as I realized that he was shirtless. I felt his bare hands pressed up to my back. I felt naked under his grip. In fact I felt naked because I was left with only my Minnie Mouse pattern bra. Where's my shirt?

Dear God! What happened yesterday? Did we-

Oh shut up! He is your best friend. Nothing happened. Nothing!

Thank God that my skinny jeans were still on. I snapped back to reality and grimaced at his face, as he rested his head against my chest. This caused a weird feeling in my tummy.

How I wanted to ruffle my hand in his hair, how I wanted to enlace my arms around him, how I wanted to kiss the top of his head, feel his warmth underneath my touch. How I wanted to tell him that-

Madison, get a grip girl!

I lifted my hand hesitantly and slowly to his cheek. As I bite my lower lip, I slightly gave him a little slap to wake him up.

I could give him a real slap but for some reasons, I didn't want that. Instead, all I wanted was to stroke his cheek and let my hand remains here until he wakes up. Damn, how I-

Madison, focus for fuck's sake!

I narrowed my eyes and took a deep breath. I need to focus.

"Zack," I whispered as I stroke his cheek slightly. "Hey dude, get up."

"Hmm..." he muttered softly against my chest sending me shivers.

"Zack, get off me," I whispered again but failed in my attempt of waking him up.

The dude really needed to get off me otherwise I was going die. His weight was pressed up against me and I know that I was soon going to suffocate. Anyway how did I manage to sleep with a heaviness on me that night? How much did I drink for not waking up at night?

"I just want you..." Zack suddenly muttered in his sleep as he kept resting his head against my chest.

Huh?

Is he dreaming or what? I wonder what is it?

Probably dreaming about Beyoncé again. 

Wait. He better not be having a nasty dream because I seriously don't want another pressure against me this time.

I mentally threw a brick at the little voice that shouted "We all know you want it so bad!" in my head.

Stupid voice. Stupid mind. Stupid me.