Chapter 15
The next day, everyone noticed that Owen and I were acting nicer to each other. We didn't really talk with all of them around, but they noticed all of the looks and smiles we would give each other. Most of the time, Talen and Maverick would make kissy faces when they were standing behind Owen where he couldn't see them. My face would get hot and I would look away, which only made them start silently laughing.
That night before I was about to go to bed, I was in the laundry room putting in a load of my clothes when I felt someone come up behind me. When I turned my head, there was Trygg.
"Hey," he said, leaning back against the drier.
"Hey," I said, smiling up at him.
"So I want to ask you a question," he said.
I reached up to get the detergent off the shelf and poured a capful into the washer. "Yeah?" I asked.
"So what's going on with you and Owen?" he asked, grinning at me.
I bent down to pick up my clothes in the laundry basket...and to hide the blush that appeared on my face. "Nothing really," I said. "We just talked everything out and we're okay now."
"Oh, really? Just okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "By how cozy you two looked out there on the balcony last night, we would say otherwise."
"And how do you know that?"
"Talen and Maverick might have snuck in to watch through one of Owen's bedroom windows," he said.
I groaned, shaking my head. "And let me guess. You guys slammed the door open to make us realize you were there."
He started laughing again. "Yep. The girls and I were out in the hallway," he said, laughing. "The twins were there to give us the play-by-play of all the action going on between the two of you."
"You guys are shameless. And there was no action!" I said, closing the door to the washer.
"Yeah, okay," he said, laughing.
I leaned down and picked up my laundry basket to rest it on my hip. "Are you going to be up for about another hour?" I asked, wanting to get the subject off of mine and Owen's new nothing-other-than-friendship relationship.
Trygg wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Why? You and Owen have a hot make out session in his room and you want me to put your clothes in the dryer?" he asked.
My mind only registered the last part of that sentence. "Would you, please?" I asked. But then I got what he said before when he started laughing. "No! Owen and I...no!"
He couldn't stop laughing. "Oh, that was priceless!" he said. "The look on your face!"
"Shut up!" I said, smacking him on the shoulder. "And stop talking like that!"
"It's okay. You go have your hot make out session with Owen and I'll finish your laundry," he said, still chuckling, as he skirted out of the laundry room before I could hit him again.
That night, I went to sleep the way usually did. I changed into my tank top and shorts, brushed my teeth, and put my hair up in a pony tail so it wouldn't get all tangly while I slept.
When I got under my covers and turned off the lamp on my bedside table, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
That was when it started getting weird.
It usually took me about fifteen minutes to go to sleep even when I was completely exhausted. I'd never fell asleep as fast as I did then.
And when I fell asleep, I started dreaming.
It wasn't like any other dream I'd ever had before. It was like I was floating in the air because I went I looked down, I could see the lights of a few houses and small towns below me. And when i looked up, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, the stars were shining above me, and the moon was full and bright.
I stayed in the air for a few more minutes. I had a feeling that something was going to happen. And sure enough, not thirty seconds later, something did.
Five black fighter jets flew through the air right above me. I could barely hear them when they did, which I thought it was kind of weird. There weren't making a sound.
I followed behind them, going just as fast. I couldn't see inside the cockpits to see who was flying them because the windows were tinted so dark. There was no any other way to see inside.
I kept up with them and looked ahead. There in the distance, I could see the lights of D.C. The jets were headed straight toward it and started slowing down.
Before I knew it they were slowing down once they got right ever the Mall. I looked down to see people stepping out of the buildings, stopping right as they were walking, and standing up from the places that they were sitting. All of their heads were turned upward in the direction of the jets. There was a sound that sounded like air-locked doors opening and I saw the bottom of the jets open up and something drop out of them.
And then all hell broke loose.
It was bombs that came out from the bottoms of jets. Each one fell to the earth, blowing up at the time it landed. That's when the screams started.
My scream was what woke me up. That and the fact that I heard my door burst open at the exact same time and Owen came in.
"What happened?" he demanded, rushing over to the side of my bed. He turned on my beside lamp so we both could see properly.
"I...I saw how it starts," I said. My heart was still pounding in my chest and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead.
"How what starts?" he asked.
"Everything with D.C.," I said.
I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the terrified looks on the people's faces as they screamed when the bombs went off.
"Have your visions ever come to you in dreams before?" he asked. I felt his hand wrap around mine in comfort and squeeze gently.
I shook my head, still not opening my eyes. "I've only had visions of the future for about two weeks now, Owen. So no, it's never happened before."
I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at me.
"I don't want to see what happens to D.C. every time I go to sleep now," I whispered.
He shook his head. "You won't," he said.
"You don't know that," I said, shaking my head again.
"Well, just go back to sleep and see. It's almost one in the morning," he said.
Wanting to get off the topic of the destruction of D.C., I quickly changed the subject so that it was centered around him.
"What were you doing up then?" I asked, looking over him. "You obviously haven't gone to bed."
He was wearing red plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt that clung to his chest in all the right places. His dark hair was slightly wet, looking like he'd just gotten out of the shower a little while ago. It was a good thing that I was able to compose myself before I literally started drooling.
He gave me a smirk. "You think I was born with this awesome, rock hard body?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've got to work out a lot just to maintain it!"
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Again with the ego," I said.
Owen laughed once again before he stood up, though keeping a hold of my hand. "Jut try and go back to sleep," he said.
"But..." I started, but quickly looked away from him when I felt my blush flood my cheeks.
"But what?" he asked, looking down at me.
I looked up at him through my lashes. "Can you just stay with me until I fall asleep? And maybe just a little while afterward?" I asked.
His eyes widened for a split second before he spoke.
"You want me to sleep with you?" he asked.
"Well, just for a little while...until I fall asleep," I said
I couldn't help but bite the inside of my lip as I replayed his word in my head. My inner bad girl was coming out when he said them. How could he make one simple - yet sometimes dirty - sentence sound so seductive without even trying? I mean, all I wanted to do now was rip off his shirt and run my hands...
Oh.
My.
God.
Just then, as my inner bad girl was temporarily taking over my thoughts, Owen took his hand from mine and reached down to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his chest and all his tanned glory. Again, I couldn't help but stare. But this time, I probably drooled just a little.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked as he tossed his t-shirt to the floor.
"What? I never sleep with a shirt on," he said as he started pulling back my covers.
But when he saw me in just my tank top and shirts, he paused.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking up at him. "What? I always wear this to bed," I said.
"Um, okay," he said after finally taking a moment to compose himself. "Just move over, would you? I mean, seriously. This is a huge bed and you're practically hogging the entire thing!"
"Yeah, but seeing as I normally don't let guys that I've known for only a little while into my bed, I think I have the right to hog the bed!"
"Well, I'm honored to be the first to share your bed with you," he said, smirking.
I rolled my eyes as I moved over to lay down on my side as Owen got under the covers beside me. He laid on his back after he turned off the lamp, just staring up at my ceiling.
"Hey, Owen?" I said.
I saw his head turn toward me in the faint moonlight that was streaming through my windows. "Yeah?" he asked quietly.
"Thanks," I said.
He paused for a moment before answering. "For what?"
I sighed. "Everything," I said. "For giving me a place to stay here, for becoming my...friend. Everything."
I felt him shift beside me and then his fingers twining with mine. I wished that it was at least light enough in my room where I could see his face.
"You’re welcome," he said quietly in the darkness.
I smiled as I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
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