Seventeen- Ally

That morning I woke up with Chris’s arm around me, still holding my hand. He never let go once throughout the whole night.

I could feel whatever was going on in his dream and it was so strange that I began to giggle quite unlike myself.

This woke him up and he instantly bolted straight up in the bed staring at me with awe and confusion. What, did he think I was a dream? I was pretty sure I felt real.

He slowly lay back down as the events of last night replayed in his mind and he smiled at me awkwardly but sweetly and apologized for whatever reason.

 His whole face was flushed red with embarrassment and I thought it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

I yawned than said, “You okay? I thought I was the distraught one in his house…” and his smile cut me off because he was so damned adorable.

He got up then, and he went to have a shower and left me to change into some of Ashley’s clothes that she’d left out for me.

When I walked downstairs it was like I’d done it thousands of times not just this once, I knew every twist and turn of the old house and I had no problem finding everyone in the kitchen, Ashley making French toast for everybody.

I slid into the seat next to John, still in his boxers and a large shirt, who I hadn’t really talked to, and said “Good morning…”

I thought he’d be angry with me after last night, he had looked so pissed, but he smiled at me got up and got me a cup of coffee.

 “I’m sorry about last night, I wasn’t really mad at you. I was just worried for us…I mean Kat John Ash and I. We can’t trust anyone… and I’m an intense guy and I do get angry a lot but you have to know I wasn’t really mad at you…just the situation somebody had put you in and the fact that we were now part of it. I wanted to kill the bastard who hurt you but at the same time I was thinking to myself that you might be a threat.”

I thanked him for caring and he just smiled at me.

Kat walked in wearing a little yellow sundress and plunked down next to me, “How are you? Is everything better now? Please tell me it is,” she asked, “because I desperately want you to like us. Honest.” She crossed her heart dramatically to make me laugh and it worked.

Ashley set down our breakfast on the table and we all began to dig in to bacon, eggs and French toast.

Chris came in wearing a brown tee shirt and black jeans and hunkered down next to Ashley. He dug in right away; he must’ve been really hungry.

The whole time I felt his eyes on me, but I never once looked up to see if I was right.