Being Brad's Sister

17. First date

Emma's pov

I wake up to some people talking, obviously they don't know how to be quiet around people who are asleep. Instead of opening my eyes and telling them to shut up so I can sleep I decide to keep my eyes closed and pretend I am asleep so I can hear what they are talking about because, well, I am a nosey person. 

"Shut up or you will wake them up."

"Seriously stop worrying, we all know he can sleep through anything."

"Yes but you are forgetting Emma, she wakes up easily. Especially if you are too loud."

"Good point." A slightly Scottish accent so that is Connor and the second voice must be Tristan because it doesn't sound like the other two, but I could be wrong because I have just woken up.

"They look so cute," Connor says.

"It's weird actually because when you two were together you were cute but they are cuter, no offence."

"None taken. It's clear they are made for each other." Connor laughs. The other person laughs which that confirms that it is Tristan. As I wake up more I become more aware of my surroundings. This is not my comfortable bed. 

"Bog off you two I'm trying to sleep," I mumble not really caring where I am, I just want to sleep.

"Told you she would wake up."

"Brilliant you were right, now bog off." 

"Sorry." They say together before shutting up. Whether they left or not is a different question and I don't want to open my eyes to find out because then I know I definitely won't be able to sleep again. I take a deep breath and try to go back off to sleep. A moan leaves my mouth as I can't get back to sleep again. Tristan and Connor are dead for waking me up. You should know by now that the only ones to have successfully woken me up without being killed are Brad and Jayna.

I go to get up and realise there is something holding me down so I open my eyes. I have to blink a few times to get my vision to adjust but I notice I am in the living room instead of my room and there is no one in the room except for me and James who I am apparently partially lying on. He has his arm draped over me holding me to his side. I am curled up next to him with my head on his chest which is rising and falling slowly as he breaths. I try to get up, but his arm tightens so I can’t. I look to see if he is awake but his eyes are still closed as his breathing is still soft as though he is still asleep. Maybe it was just a reflex. I try to get up again without disturbing James, but he pulls me back down.

"James?" I whisper quietly in case he is still asleep. He hums in response obviously not being bothered to talk. "Can I get up, please?"

"No." He says, damn his morning voice is something else.

"Why?" I moan.

"Because I am tired."

"I said can I get up not you." I laugh.

"And I said no because I am tired." He laughs. God even that laugh in the morning.

"Okay, explain this. I want to get up, but you are tired. I have to get up and you can stay where you are and go back to sleep so why can I go back to sleep?"

"Because that would mean I would be cold because you will leave me and then I will be awake." Okay, there is some good logic there, especially for someone who had just woken up. I would never be able to come back with a snappy answer like that it would take me five or ten minutes. 

"Okay, well can you at least loosen your grip so I can get comfortable, please?" He moves his arm slightly and I turn so I am no longer twisted, instead I am fully on my side with my head still on James' chest and my arm draped over him.