It's Complicated

It's Complicated: 25

===Tala's Point of View===

"Tala! Don't fall asleep on me now!" Tyler complains and I jolt upright from my previously slouched position on her bed.

"I'm awake." I reply, but I can feel the heaviness of my eyes every time I blink.

"Barely." She rolls her eyes and pops another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"In my defense, it's almost one in the morning and I've had a really long day." She juts out her bottom lip and moves her bowl from  her lap to the ground beside her.

"But this is the best part." She whines and this time I roll my eyes.

"You say that about every part in any movie we watch."

"I do not!" She defends, placing a hand over her heart and mustering up her most innocent and offended expression. I give her a look and she holds up her thumb and forefinger. "Okay, maybe I do that a little."

"No kidding." I mutter and she lightly hits me on the shoulder. I forgot she's a wolf so I can't get away with anything anymore.

"You're mean Tala." I lean back against my pillow and stare at the screen.

The two of us decided to camp out on the floor to have a mega movie marathon. That was almost seven hours ago. We each have a fuzzy blanket, popcorn, a few pillows scattered about the floor, and the lights are off to ensure a maximum movie experience. Ty lent me a pair of PJ's to sleep in since what I was wearing would have been uncomfortable and in my rush I forgot pajamas.

So far tonight, we've watched Letters to Juliet, Transformers, Brides Maids, and now we're in the middle of Thor. Chris Hemsworth, a.k.a. Thor, just walked out of the bathroom without a shirt on. I'm not really complaining because this guys got abs.

"Day-um, that boy is fine!" She has her eyes glues to the screen, watching as his muscles bulge slightly as he puts on a shirt.

"Amen." I answer, grabbing a second pillow and laying down with my head propped up on the two, soft squares.

I fight to keep my eyes open, but I'm tired and it doesn't last very long. Tyler hits me, on the face, with one of her pillows. It's wasn't a soft little tap either.

I sit up and shoot her and annoyed look. She pretends not to notice and keeps her attention focused on the screen.

"I can't take it anymore. I'm going to sleep. You can watch your movie, but when Thor almost dies, you're not allowed to cry." I keep my voice sounding as stern as possible and she reluctantly nods her head.

"Fine, but you're not allowed to snore." I scoff and stand up, grabbing my things needed to sleep.

"I do not snore, and even if I did, it's not something I can control." She waves a hand dismissively in my direction.

"Whatever. Now go to sleep." Gee, first she wouldn't let me and now she's all but carrying me to the bed. Same old Tyler though.

I trudge to her bed and throw myself and my things onto the mattress. My eyes automatically shut and I think about how lucky I am that all flights entering and leaving Montana were grounded for bad weather. This means I can sleep without worrying about a surprise visitor in the middle of the night. That would probably freak Tyler's parents out a little bit.

"Wake up sleeping beauty!" I groan and throw my arm over my face to block the sunlight hitting my face. "Oh no you don't." Seconds later, someone jumps onto the bed and bounces around so I can't fall back into the black oblivion, also known as sleep.

"Tyler, go away." She laughs a little too loudly and starts shaking me.

"It's already nine and we have lots to do today." I groan and pry my eyes open, squinting against the morning light.