some unknown number texts mara hill asking for a complete stranger, including help with homework and completely locked in on that she's the one who is playing a prank on him.
what choice does she have, but to respond?
who knew it'd be the one and on...
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i didn't want to wake up tuesday morning, i refused to believe that once i woke up, anthony would be leaving. i decided if we both kept on sleeping, he wouldn't have to actually leave.
so that's my reasoning behind why i've been laying on anthony's chest, fully awake for the last hour. i kept believing that if i hopped out of bed he'd wake up and then reality would settle in that he was indefinitely leaving.
i thought i was doing a damn good job at keeping my sleeping act up, allowing anthony to sleep longer, until i felt his fingers brush through my hair.
i tilted my head up at him before i rolled back onto my own pillow, looking up at my white ceiling.
"what's the plan for this morning?" he said, his deep voice turned raspy and tired, seeing as he had just woken up.
"i don't know, what do you want to do?"
"probably just watch movies honestly." he chuckled.
"alright, i'll go get popcorn, you can set up netflix." i slid over top of him and onto my floor, pacing to the door.
anthony pulled my laptop up from inside the drawer of the bedside table, signing into netflix as i continued downstairs to the kitchen. i grabbed a bag of popcorn kernels and threw them into the microwave, following the instructions. after it was all popped, i quickly melted loads of butter and poured it over top. what can i say? i like my popcorn buttery.
when i got back upstairs, anthony was cuddled underneath the blankets, pulling the extra one that hung over the edge of my bed and adding it as another layer. my laptop was sat beside him, opened up to the intro of a random movie he had chosen.
"what movie is this?" i asked, setting the bowl of buttery popcorn beside him and between where he and i would lay.
"john wick, i've never seen it."
"you've got to be kidding me! this is literally the best movie ever, oh you're going to love it." i squealed, hitting the space bar and letting the movie play.
throughout the movie, he ran his fingers along the top of my head, lingering against my skin before he rested his hand down onto my shoulder. i rested my head on his chest, grabbing a handful of popcorn, trying my best not to choke as i plopped it into my mouth.
