Seasons of Love

The One with Skinny Dipping

The next morning, Kallie rubs the sleep from her eyes as she turns over to reach for Peter. She feels the hard planes of his back and gently pinches a trail up to the back of his neck. He hardly stirs, which she finds odd. Peter is always ticklish on the back of his neck.

"Morning, Penguin," she murmurs and shakes him slightly, eyes still half closed.

Finally, he stretches his arms above his head while he turns over to face her. The deep voice that comes from him shocks her fully awake. "Wrong triplet, Kallie," he chuckles, no offense taken by the mix up.

"Oh," she snorts and rubs her eyes some more, "I forgot I slept here for a split second."

Her sleepy and embarrassed smile does nothing to get rid of the butterflies he was feeling since last night while falling asleep with her wrapped up in his arms. "Wouldn't be the first time you got us mixed up," he teases as he gets up to find a clean t-shirt.

Raul was right. In the early days of their friendship, she was always getting them confused. Not to mention they were always switching places to make it harder on her. No, it wasn't the first time she'd gotten them mixed up. And no...it wouldn't be the last.

"I should get a shower before breakfast..." she clears her throat and gets out of bed to pick up her clothes.

Raul pointedly picks up his phone and scrolls through notifications so that he doesn't stare at her in her underwear. "See you downstairs," he says casually. Like he often deals with girls leaving his bed early in the morning without so much as a full conversation.

"Right," Kallie purses her lips and opens the door after pulling her pants on, "thanks for last night, by the way." She ducks her head and leaves before he can respond, the newness of it all making her jittery.

After getting showered and changed, Kallie slides into her seat next to Peter at the table while Shawn makes waffles for the group. Shockingly, it was the one thing he could make without destroying. That's only because they're Kallie's favorite and he spent ages perfecting the dish so that he could make it whenever she wanted it. It was her comfort food.

"Everything okay?" Peter asks, jostling Kallie out of her thoughts.

She turns to him and rolls her lips together. "Hm?"

"You never came to bed last night," he chuckles at her absentmindedness in the morning. She was really zombie-like without food first thing when she wakes up.

Her eyes widen while the noise of Shawn cooking seems to drift through the open door to the kitchen. "Oh, uh..." she takes one hand from her lap to straighten a fork next to her plate, "I...slept in Raul's room last night."

The atmosphere of the room shifts and she's vaguely aware that she can no longer hear the noise of Shawn making breakfast. "Why?" He snorts, not really understanding what Raul could offer that he couldn't.

"It was just really late," she explains, "and I didn't want to wake you." Kallie shrugs, like that should explain everything. And it does for the most part.

To be honest, she didn't remember asking to go to Raul's room but that seems like a logical explanation for why she would. Not to mention, she's been saying a lot of weird things in her sleep lately. But, it only seems to happen around the boys.

Peter keeps his reply neutral, even though his thoughts are anything but. "Okay...but you're coming back to mine tonight, right?"

Kallie hesitates, caught off guard by the question. The silence in the background is still suspicious. "I think I'm gonna stay in Raul's," she finally confesses.

"But-" Before Peter can finish his question, there's a huge clatter that comes from the kitchen.

She scoots back her chair and looks apologetically at him. "Just a bigger bed, ya know?" She answers the thought that died on his tongue. Although, she answered it with a lie. His eyebrows furrow and she heads toward the kitchen.