This Love

Chapter 9

"Here" I said handing Carter my dad's clothes so he can wear them, as his were completely wet.
"This is the guest room, you stay here for the rest of the night, no coming out." I said moving towards the guest room which was the room opposite mine. After opening the lock i stepped aside to let Carter move in. He studied the room, clothes in his hands. I suddenly felt consious, this was Carter William, son of the most richest couple around, his house, his room is so much better than mine.
He turned around and looked at me as i tried to come up with an anwer i was going to give him if he uttered something nasty about the room.
"What if i need water" He said.
"You stay thirsty" I replied.
He stared at me for a moment and then moved towards the bathroom.

Its about two in the morning and I'm back on the living room couch. The storm stopped for an hour granting me some sleep till it started to rage again, forcing me to wake up. I left my room and settled back on this couch that has been in this house since i was born.
As i lay on the couch i wondered about what Carter would be doing. Would he be asleep or still waking? I thought about him at the party all flustered and irritated up in his room as the world danced downstairs. I thought about how i used to admire him in my childhood. Why do i still remember the exact moment when our eyes met for the first time. I wondered wht i was wondering about him anyways, especially at this time of the night. I do lose my mind sometime.
As i was wondering i heard footsteps behind me. Sitting up straight i saw Carter behind me on the stairs, standing still as if a deer caught in headlights.
"I thought i told you no getting out of the room."
"Well i thought i told you i would be needing water." 
I rolled my eyes and lay back down again as he made his way towards the kitchen. I do'nt know why i'm not afraid of Carter, i mean i have a stranger in my house, someone who should'nt be here in the first place and i'm not at all cautious. Why am i not scared? Its like there something about Carter that makes me feel safe.
"Urgh" i groaned.
What the hell is wrong with me!?
As i sat back up, Carter came out of the kitchen and sat down at the other end of the couch.
"You drank your water? Now back to your room." I said as i looked at him.
His head turned towards me  for a few seconds and then back to where it was before, like what i just said right now did'nt even matter, did'nt even got heard. This man frustrates me.
"Why are'nt you asleep yet?" He asked calmly, leaning back.
"None of your business, why are'nt you asleep yet?" I retorted back.
He closed his eyes as if i was bothering him, causing him a headache and said:
"This is not my house, my room, i do'nt really feel comfortable."
I stared at his calm figure, so different to the growling storm outside.
"Why? Cause it's not as expensive or big like yours?"
He opened his eyes and glared at me.
"What's wrong with you? I did'nt say that, do'nt you feel like this when your some place other than your house.
I sighed and turned away from him.
Why was he sitting here with me anyway.
"I'm scared of storms" I said after a while.
 I have no idea why i told him that, maybe because i felt like i owe it to him since he told me why he's awake. maybe because i didn't wanted the silence to descend back again. Or maybe because i just wanted to talk to him. i honestly think this storm is messing with my head or maybe that's Carter William. In my head i could hear the voice of Ted Mosby's voice saying nothing good happens after two a.m.
"why do storms make you scared?" He asked.
"I don't know, it's dark and loud and just scary"
He laughed a silent laugh, closing his eyes.
"What? You think its funny? Is this the next thing your going to spread all around the school to humiliate me?" I said with anger.
"Nah, this one's just boring" he said then turned towards me.
"Give me something interesting Eva Evans"
I chose to ignore his words instead of pondering over them.
"I'm going to bed, you should too and don't come out of your room again"
I looked back at him, a shadow on his face because of dark. As I watched he leaned in closer towards me, my heart beating faster. I wish it would'nt, Carter is not the person to quicken my heartbeat.
He moved towards me, his face coming closer, his perfectly sculpted face. Seeing him this close I understood it, world's obsession with Carter William, its easy to fall this close.
"Why Eva Evans are you scared of me?" He asked with a glint in his eyes and a small smile.
"N...no" I said pushing him away with my hand. I need space to breath.
After taking a much needed breath I got up from the couch feeling Carter's eyes on me.
"I'm going to sleep, you should too"

My eyes opened as sunlight shone in my room. I have no idea what time it is. I groaned as i streched my body underneath the blanket. Seeing from the sun it does'nt seem like there was a storm last night at all. I slowly got up with my eyes still close. Winter is coming, I can feel it, the air surrounding me is cold. I opened my eyes and got startled. Carter was sleeping on the tiny sofa in my room, i  could'nt remember when he came neither could i understand why he was here.
"WHAT THE HELL CARTER?" I shouted waking him up.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up a little.
"What the hell Eva? Is this how you wake people up?"
"What are you doing in my room?"
"You started screaming last night so i just came to check in and kinda slept here" He replied laying back down.
"Liar" I said getting out of my bed.
"Eva if i wanted to do anything with you i would have and you really think i would give up the comfort of bed just to be near you? You were scared so i just stayed over, now let me sleep"
I stood there, standing above his sleeping form.
Was he telling the truth? Did i really scream at night? And did he really come to make sure i was okay? Did he really stayed for me? Carter William is not the type of person to do something like that or is it? I mean i don't really know him.
Suddenly the doorbell rang downstairs.
"SHIT, get up Carter quick, GET UP"
He sat up on the sofa, eyes still closed.
"Carter get up that's my dad" i said hurriedly, wearing my slippers and second bell rang.
Carter got up from the sofa and i pushed him towards the door.
"Go to the guest room. DO NOT come out unless I tell you."
As he ran towards the room i rushed downstairs.
"I'm coming" I said as third bell rang.
Opening the door i found my dad standing in front of me.
"Hey dad your early" I said trying to even my breathing and look completely normal.
"Early? Sweetie its already 11 you were still asleep?"
"Oh um...yeah happens sometime right?"
"Yes it happens now will you please let me in?" He said with a chuckle.
I had'nt realised i was still standing in the doorway. I stepped aside as he entered.
"I did'nt have breakfast either, we'll have it together then"
I saw him move towards the kitchen and went behind him.
"Dad i need to tell you something"  i said as he took out a frying pan.
"What is it?"
"Carter is here"
My father stopped in his tracks, closed the fridge door he had opened just now and turned towards me.
"What is he doing here?"
"He came last night"
"Night?" Repeated my father raising his eyebrow.
"No its not like that, he was in this part of the neighbourhood when the storm came, he didn't had his car and was completely soaked. So he banged on the door and asked to stay for the night. He's in the guestroom."
My father didn't look pleased at all, we did have a policies about boys and i think i didn't obey them.
He opened the drawer and took out a knife.
"Wake Carter up, we're going to have breakfast."

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