The Boy Who Sleeps On My Bedroom Floor

Chapter Two

The movie began to play, the sound of the opening credits filling the room. Horrible screams and eerie fairground music rang in my ears, even as the sound died down. To tell the truth I honestly was scared already but I wasn't going to let Luke see that, knowing that he already called me Kiddo because he saw me as young. Also, the fact that he had told me I looked like a seven year old just an hour or so earlier put me off of hiding my face with a pillow and sticking my fingers in my ears to stop myself from getting to afraid.

You've probably realised by now that I, 'millionaire-ess' Emi-Sophia am a champion wimp. I can't watch the little vampire without cringing a little in fear. Yes, it's sad and I know it. Luke knows me inside out however, and moved a little closer to me under the duvet, his arm pressing lightly on mine. I didn't turn to look at him although I could feel his eyes on my face and I smiled a small smile, grateful for the human contact. I felt him shake with a little chuckle, which he didn't allow to surface.

We carried on watching the film in silence, mesmerized by the storyline that seemed to draw us in, and then when the actress started getting scary phone calls I tensed up. I had once been stalked, by some fifty something year old mad, who had been obsessed with my mother when she was still modelling regularly. He had somehow got my number and one day waited for me outside school, but luckily the police were called by the school and he was taken away. Luke almost punched the crap out of him when I was called down to the station to identify his voice. He didn't even get a warning, seeing as the guy was a big time, fully registered sex offender and most of the officers wanted to do it themselves. In fact, he got a pat on the back from the majority of the officers and also my Dad. I shivered and drew my legs up to my chest when the girl realised the person calling her was in the house, one arm wrapped around them and the other laying at my side, clenched into a fist.

Ever since the whole stalking incident, I had been afraid of someone getting into my house and somehow finding me and harming my family. Even though I knew, that with all the security precautions, it would be incredibly difficult for someone to get it the idea still petrified me. I felt little taps on the mattress, and then Luke's warm hand found mine in the now darkness of my room and under the material. I looked at him as he clasped my hand in his. He hadn't taken his eyes off of the television screen and didn't seem to feel my gaze on his face. He didn't even seem to be aware that he was holding my hand. It was like he had sensed my fear and just subconsciously found my hand, wanting to comfort me.

"I thought we I wasn't allowed to cuddle up to you if I got scared," I said, smirking at him, "it appears that I'm not the only who is afraid!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked, finally turning to look at me, his brows furrowed slightly. I flipped the duvet off of us with my legs casually revealing our entwined hands. I looked up at his face and saw his eyes widen slightly as he looked down at hour hands.

"I didn't know I did that!" He cried defensively and quickly pulled his hand out of mine. I turned my body fully to look at him, glad for an excuse to look away from the movie which was quickly become scarier by the minute. I crossed legs and looked him in his eyes. He looked worried.

"I didn't mind you holding my hand. I thought it was very nice that you cared about me enough to put your manliness on the line by taking my hand in a scary movie as if you were scared too!" I laughed, trying to get him to smile but he didn't. He just continued to look at me, some unknown emotion swimming around in his eyes. I looked into them, making our gaze deeper, trying to read the emotion. It looked like relief mixed with disappointment.  

"You know I was only joking when I said you couldn't cuddle up to me Kiddo. You can do it anytime you want, if you would like. You're my best friend you know. My best, for always, over any of the guys!"  

"Do you not think I know that? You really are silly sometimes Luke Brody Valentine and I love you for it."  

"Say that again."  

"What? You're silly?" I asked, confused.  

"No, it was after that."  

"Luke Brody Valentine-"  

"And..."  

"I love you for it."  

"Say it again."  

"Luke Brody Valentine, you know that I love you. You're like a brother to me," I smiled at him and he frowned a little. I clearly was annoying him. Maybe I had said the wrong thing.