THEIR ANGEL

VI

I woke up groaning. My neck was stiff and my body couldn't move. I stretched slowly enjoying the freedom I thought I had until I felt something tightening around my waist. I opened my eyes and was met with hair, Wait. I slowly removed them from the face to find Dennis looking peaceful and comfortable. We'll, it seemed someone had a nice night unlike me whose body is aching right now. He turned his face into my chest and snuggled trying to get deeper if that was possible then sighed resuming to snoring. That was cute, he was cute. I chuckled. I then realised something, his movement, his position fuelled something oh no.

"I know you are awake." I said after I heard some shuffling. She lifted her head smirking.

"I have a picture. You two look good together." I sighed shaking my head then pushed Dennis off me trying to hide my bonner. It's normal right? Uh, when it gets friction it stands, it's normal right? Who am I kidding? What's happening to me?

"What, what? What happened?" He asked looking from the floor confused.

"This happened." His mother showed him the picture. His eyes widened while his jaw dropped.

"Oh no mum. Delete the picture." He said going for the phone. She pulled her hand back quickly. "Mum, please delete the picture." I laughed at them both. He turned to me. "If father gets that pic, we'll be in big trouble." His mother dropped her hand. What's going on?

"It's no big deal Dennis. We were all asleep, we move during sleep unknowingly." He glared at me.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I should have thought about it." His mum said deleting the picture and setting the phone down.

"I'm sorry mum." Dennis said following her to the kitchen.

"It's okay Dennis. I understand. Go freshen up, breakfast in a few." We both left.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I followed him to his room. He pushed me out of the door.

"Bathroom, there. Stay away from my room." I sighed. He's back to the guy with walls again. I nodded turning towards the bathroom.

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Dennis POV

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

How could I have let my guard down that much? In front of my mum? I looked at the mirror again. I'm such an idiot. And to think that I enjoyed sleeping in that position, I wish I would be able to do it in the future. I splashed water to my face. Wake up idiot. He is Angel boy. You hate him.

You hate him.

You hate him.

You hate him.

You love him.

Damn. I need to convince myself otherwise. I sighed running my face with my palm. You love him but you have to force yourself to forget him. Come on dude. He's not in your heart, he's not in your heart. I hit the sink with my head. Get off my head Jaime.

I moved to the shower taking it cold not giving myself time to think. I don't want to think, I shouldn't be thinking right now. I opened my eyes realising how cold I was. My mind, as much as I hate it right now, took me back to how warm, fuzzy and comfy feeling I felt in his arms. What led to me being cuddled by him is still a mystery but I loved it, I loved every second of it. I felt heat on my cheeks. Oh no, what am I thinking. This is wrong. But it feels so right.

No, no, no, no. Come on Dennis. Think straight. It's not like you have always had a crush on him. Uh, I.... I think I have always loved him ever since we met then my father knew. I sighed again sadly. I wont have him. I cannot have him for 4 reasons.