Problem Solving

Sleeping over?

Lana's POV

"Well it's getting rather late.. you're going to have to make your mind up whether you stay or leave." She says... I look out of the window confused.

Surely I haven't been with her all night..?

Strangely enough it is in fact dark outside. I look back at her

"Do you want me to go?" I ask.. she smiles a little

"I'm not telling you."... I make a face

"Why?"

"Because. The decision's yours, do you want to stay or go? It'd be no problem at all if you would like to stay. I think my sisters out tonight away"

"Doesn't mean we're gonna fuck, right?" I joke, she smiles

"No it doesn't. I take it you'd like to stay?"

"If you don't mind..?". I'd like to think that I'm very polite when it comes to things like this.

"Not at all. I have a spare toothbrush and anything you could need.. you don't have pyjamas but, I have a shirt you can wear to sleep or something." She explains. I don't really take in what she says. I just enjoy watching her mouth move, and listening to her thick voice. I bet she sings very well.

"Nice" I nod.. I realise she's looking at me "what?"

"You have nice skin." She steps forward a little to look at my face closer.. I swallow.

God get a grip. No way this is making me nervous.. or, excited..?

"I take expensive care of it" I utter. She nods softly

"Very nice. And I seem to remember that you have soft hair"

"When have you..?" I can't even word it. I just give a confused look

"Well when you kissed me at my party that night my fingers seemed to find themselves playing with your hair." .. again, I swallow a little. I look away a second then look back at her. I don't feel nervous looking at her. What she makes me feel, however, is a different story. "I think I'd like to do it again."

"I wish I could remember it..".. I realise what I said. She smirks "I mean so I could remember why I did it" I toughen up...

I half expect her to kiss me right now.

But she doesn't. She just gives a cute little head movement to say 'let's go upstairs'. I don't say anything and just follow her up.

"Go to my drawer and find something you'd like to sleep in, if you want" she says when we get to her room. I nod a little

"Where would that be?" I ask, she points. "Gotcha.." I mumble, going to it and starting to look through. Out of the corner of my eye I see her sit on the edge of the bed.

The clothes are predominantly pink and white as could've been assumed. She'a given me a number of shirts to choose from. Cool shirts. Edgy. Like she's bought them from some cool skater boy shop, specifically to wear to sleep.

And to make me jealous and question whether or not a boy has in fact given her these.

"You seem insecure" I hear her say. I turn my head and scowl at her. She just laughs a little "very insecure"

"Not funny. I'll leave right now.." I threaten.

"All your choice. I'm just gonna say it as it is, you seem to be having a sort of identity panic."

"Shut up" I mumble, looking back into her drawer. She has a nice black Vans shirt in here.

"Why don't you wanna talk about when you kissed me, if you're so over it?" She asks. I take out the shirt