Not When We Look Like This

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by aRiish

by aRiish

It has been what?--3? 4 long months? Haha. I finally got something. I actually have many things going on in my mind and I can't decide which to write first. ANd also, I've been and will be busy doing school works. It's good to be able to post again. Though I have no idea if anyone is reading this, but... comments and votes are very much appreciated. Wooshoong~

aRiish***

{Lea}

I felt small circles being drawn on my arm and it sent tingles down my spine. This dream I’m having is kind of real and I’m hoping that it is. Even if it’s only a dream, at least I’m hugging Gabe—I’m exactly hugging his arm but it’s still his, so yeah, I’m hugging Gabe.

Feeling ecstatic, I snuggled closer to my pillow which smells like alcohol, spearmint and cologne I’m familiar with (the smell of the alcohol is stronger though). It must be because I’m still in my dream that I can smell him. But this pillow of mine is kind of weird. Firstly, it feels like a chest. A (bare!) broad chest. Secondly, my pillow just squeezed my shoulder then slowly rubbed it. I really don’t remember having an octopus as a pillow. And lastly, I can feel my pillow rise and fall, as if it’s breathing.

I think I’m having a dream that I am dreaming. Don’t try to understand if you can’t, I’m not pushing you to.

{Gabe}

Comfy. Really comfy and I’d like to sleep in until noon.

I think I heard something sniffing and then a silent sigh. A contented sigh, that is. And then, there’s movement—the stuff animal my sister gave me moved. It snuggled closer to me! And shit—it smells like Lea.

Lea. That girl can be a pain in the ass sometimes. She’s got this weird sense of fashion but still looks gorgeous. She’s tiny but her mouth—that sarcastic mouth of hers—always drags her to troubles. And she’s friends with Nathan—not that I mind since he’s whipped with Luna anyway.

She can be funny too. Not long ago, she got in trouble with some dudes because she ran away from me after our stupid argument. When I told her not to do it again, I got confused with her answer. Turns out she, we weren’t on the same page. And last night. Haha! Last night she—

Wait. She got drunk last night. We got drunk.

I opened my eyes and sat up, memories from last night rushing back. She was at Luna’s place. She called me to pick her up. They got drunk—all girls since Luna’s current boyfriend broke up with her (stupid I know. I don’t know how their minds run—even Erinn got drunk). She was way past her curfew and so I took her home. She asked for more drinks. I drank with her.

“What are you—? Who—”

I turn to my right and found Lea: hair in a mess, smeared lipstick and is wearing a tank top. I remember she wore a dress last night. What happened to her dress? And why is she here? In my bed? With me?

“Don’t just stare,” she exclaimed as she hit me with a pillow. It broke me from my trance and caught some of what she said. “I said answer me.”

“What did you ask?” I find myself dumb asking. And her, sitting there—looking really hot—is not helping either. She sighed and opened her mouth to repeat her question when someone began knocking on my door.

“Gabe!”my sister called. I was about to answer when I caught the flabbergasted expression on Lea’s face. They don’t know I brought someone with me. She can’t find her here. Not when we look like… this.

“Is that—?” I clasped my hand on her mouth stopping whatever she is about to say. Gesturing for her to keep quiet, I get out from my bed and pushed her to the wall. I went back in, pushing her to lie down and pulled the sheet over us. When she tried to struggle, I put my hand back on her mouth and my leg over hers. She wiggled and made too much fuss though.

“Shh. Keep still. They can’t find you here,” I whispered. She froze and turns to look at me, wide-eyed. Struggling, she was able to remove my hand from her mouth.

With her famous glare, she hissed, “Don’t do that.”

Do what?

The door opened and my little sister stepped inside my room. My back was on her but I can feel her stare.

“Wake up Gabe. Mom wants you to eat breakfast with us. She prepared soup for your hangover so go down already.” I listened to her footsteps and I can tell she was leaving the room. I waited but only a second has passed when she said, “And mom wants to meet her. So don’t just hide her then throw her out. Mom said your girl should eat with us. Gosh, your room reeks of alcohol. “

Finally, she was out of my room and went downstairs.

I can now feel my hangover coming to me.

“Shit, Gabe.”

“Yeah, shit indeed.”