Chapter 2 2

He was jolted out of his sleep by the sudden sound of snickering, which interrupted the gentle snores that were coming out of his nose. A set of eyelids fluttered up immediately after the sound of snickering. A faint groan came out of him as he became aware of the sounds of cameras clicking as his attention was drawn to the door that had opened slightly.

Was it another time that they drew a dick on my face?

By feeling his forehead and reaching his hand under his hair, he was able to determine that there was no evidence of ink whatsoever. With his bottom lip jutting outward, he made an effort to lengthen the rest of his limbs through stretching.

Try is the key word here.

In response to the unexpected restraint, Javier hesitated for a moment and furrowed one eyebrow toward the other. As soon as he became aware of this, a lump developed in his parched throat, and the aroma of the waves in the tropics tickled his neck. As he cautiously brought his focus to the tangle of hair that was resting on his chest, a mixture of anxiety and contentment began to well up within him. He then became aware of his arm being wrapped over her shoulders.

Her fist was resting next to her face, and she was slowly dozing off on top of his black t-shirt. She exhaled soft breaths as she released her fist. They had moved the cushion that had been placed between them to her side, which meant that the small amount of privacy that they had previously offered to one another had been removed.

When he reached this point, his eyes were widening, and he looked up at the ceiling, then back down at her, since he was thinking about all of the numerous possibilities that were available to him. Despite the fact that the sight of her calm rest caused his heart to flutter, he pondered whether he was simply hungry or whether the butterflies in his stomach had gone completely wild.

He inspected the long, dark lashes that reached her high cheekbones, as well as the eyebrows that she had been too sluggish to pluck exactly. He also paid attention to the eyebrows. When he became aware of her star-shaped pimple patches, which were located on both her chin and her forehead, the corner of his lip rose. Her lips stayed full and pink, nearly forming a smile, thanks to the gloss of her rose lip balm, which protected them from drying out.

He wouldn't have the slightest bit of doubt in your words if you told him that he was in heaven and that she was an angel.

When she looked over, she saw a name that he had almost forgotten about. The sound of her text notification ringing on the nightstand was the moment when she was confronted with reality. Before considering what he would do next, Javier went ahead and rolled his eyes and then closed them hard.

Initially, he moved his legs in a cautious manner, gradually bringing them closer to the headboard of the bed. As soon as the mattress made a squeaking sound, he took a deep breath in and paused for a moment before carefully removing her little hands from his sternum. When he had finished making sure that her head was supported by a pillow, he stood up and moved the blanket closer to her chin.

Unconsciously, her eyebrows began to move in the direction of each other, and she reached for the pillow that was closest to her. While she was squeezing herself in and protecting her eyes from the sunlight that was coming in through the blinds, she let out a little hum into her mouth.

During the time that Javier was admiring the sleeping beauty and running his hand over his unruly bedhead, he didn't even notice that his lips were rising. Shaking his head in response to the increasing sensation in his chest, Javier laughed as the color of his cheekbones began to change to a pinkish hue.

"What's got you smiling?"

Darrell's voice boomed out of the morning haze that she found herself in as she walked down the stairs wearing the big hoodie that she had draped over her body. Her stomach grumbled in an annoying manner as she went into a spiral brought on by the aroma of maple syrup.

"Huh?" Although she was conscious of the slight grin that had been pasted on her face ever since she had gotten out of bed, she had hesitated at the lowest step. In spite of the fact that Javier was nowhere to be found, she could still detect the residual odor of his detergent.

The young man laughed as they made their way to the kitchen together, both of them being the last people to wake up (with the exception of Dexter, of course). "Slept well last night, huh?" The tone he used was playful, which only served to increase her level of perplexity. Her lips were pursed and her chin was furrowed as she looked up at the sky in deep thought.

She shrugged her shoulders and approached the kitchen, the tiles beneath her toes feeling icy cold. "I mean, I guess," she said. As soon as she arrived, any and all of the figures that were encircling the island glanced at her.

While Carlene was preparing dishes for the people who were waiting in line, she sported the most ridiculous grin on her face and was singing a light melody. While he was leaning on Augustus for support, Jordon could hardly restrain his uncontrollable laughing. Taking a seat behind Lottie while holding a dish in her hand, Luisa observed the looks on all of their faces.

"Where's Dwain?" She turned her attention away from the unexplained awkwardness and looked around only to discover that the birthday guy, who had a short fuse, was nowhere to be found.

The messy-haired brunette responded, "Next door, I think he's eating with his mom on the balcony," as loose strands of her hair fell out of her bun. As she arrived at the location where the meals were being served, she reached for a few strawberries that were on her plate and licked her lips in eager anticipation.

"Didn't know you guys were roommates." As Carlene made her observation, she focused her attention on the young man with brown hair. Once more, Luisa shrugged her shoulders in a confused manner, knitting her eyebrows in amazement.

It was her response that caused Lottie's eyes to widen. "I mean, he slept on the air mattress," she informed him. She has no recollection of it. As she sat down next to Suzanne, she thought to herself, "That is adorable."

There is little doubt that Javier was the recipient of all of the taunting remarks that they refrained from delivering to Luisa, Gregory, and Jordon. They could be seen puckering their lips and making annoying smooching sounds. A moan of irritation could be heard coming from him as he stuffed his face with waffles that were drenched in maple syrup. His cheeks were still flushed with a warm tone.

"What's the plan for today?" Because of his insatiable appetite, Luisa was able to avoid any further humiliation, which would have otherwise resulted in him choking on the amount of food that was pushed into his cheeks. She gave him a fleeting glance, restraining her amusement as she saw that he looked like a chipmunk.

"The weather is beautiful; I think we're going on a hike." Next to Augustus, Carlene took a seat and responded to the question. They all diverted their attention away from the rising scene of pine trees stacked next to one another outside of the huge window, which appeared strange and mystical from a mile away.

"Dwain said he wanted to go jet skiing!" Darrell was also present. Although Jordon was gazing at the weather on his phone, he expressed his disgust by shaking his head.

It is surprising to me that the lake did not turn into ice the previous night. The tone of his voice was one of caution, and his eyes rolled as he replied, "You can go-if you want to fall in and freeze to death."

"Anyways, Ms. Stone asked to inform you all of one thing." Over time, Carlene was able to captivate the attention of the other individuals.

"Make sure Dwain doesn't go into his dad's office today."

Their perplexity caused a momentary pause in the conversation in the kitchen, which prompted Augustus to tilt his head in an inquisitive manner. "What is it? "Why would he go in there?" he queried out loud, causing Lottie to fidget uneasily while she attempted to keep her lips sealed.

We are unsure. It wasn't a bug that I did." Through the use of a shrug, Carlene was able to conceal the fact that she was trying to speak the truth.

She was not even sure of herself, if she were to be completely honest. Because Felicia was not aware of the entire Luisa scenario, the peculiar request was made without her awareness. This means that she would not have even been aware that Dwain had come to look at his father's office. Despite the fact that it caused an uneasy sensation to arise in her chest, she was able to tell herself that her intuition was just being deceitful.

Luisa made her way to the room that she shared with Javier and began searching through her luggage in order to get ready for the day. This occurred as a playful breakfast was coming to a close. Upon pulling up her sleeves, she let out a sigh of relief as she observed that the bruises had already diminished in appearance.

She had a thought that went something like this: "Thank the moon for magical healing shite."

In anticipation of the crinkling sound that a ziplock bag would make, she reached inside the small pocket of her bag. Her sense of relief progressively diminished as she did so.

As she fumbled with her beautifully folded clothes for the weekend and triple checked all of her toiletry pouches for the sound of a bottle rattling, she was sent into a temporary panic mode. She bit down on her lips as she did this. She let out a small huff and sat down on her bottom, with her legs spread out in front of her and her suitcase which was not very neat in the middle of the seat.

"Looking for this?"

She flinched in response to the voice that she recognized; she was still not accustomed to his unexpected arrivals. The young man with the dark hair shut the door behind him while holding the plastic bag containing the orange prescription bottle in his left hand. Her neck snapped to the door during this moment.

She yelled out in a commanding tone, "Dwain," as she jumped up to grab it. With a sneer on his lips, he held it over his head, aware that his height provided him an advantage over the other person.

He whispered, "Wow, not even a happy birthday," which caused her eyebrows to fall. "Happy birthday?"

"Have a wonderful birthday, you jerk. Those are the drugs that I use for my anxiety; I won't be able to make it through the day without them," she said almost angrily.

His lips came out in a scoff as he looked down at her with a smile of amusement on his face. "You had a weird dream last night, didn't you?" He summoned her, causing her to swallow the dryness that had developed in her throat.

"How did you know?"

Once again, he let forth a different sound from his throat. "Girls with boyfriends don't typically cuddle with other boys-I'd assume nightmares would be an exception for you."

While Luisa was attempting to recall the hazy memories from the previous night, she became increasingly distracted. The only thing that she could recall with absolute clarity was the color purple, which caused her to tremble at the mere thought of it.

The white hoodie you are wearing is covered in black lint. In a surprising turn of events, I had the impression that you were having a hallucination. The bags that were beneath his eyes had become a little darker, and he rolled his eyes in an annoying manner.

During the process of connecting the dots, she gazed up in thought, the aroma of his cotton detergent bringing to mind the shards of the previous night that she was able to recall. As she came to terms with the situation, her face became pale, and her eyes widened.

"I- What is it? How are signals received by you? "What has that to do with my medicine?" Exasperated, she expressed her emotions by wailing and waving her fists around.

His expression indicated that he was already exhausted by her inquiries; the pill bottle was still out of her grasp. "I'm still not sure. It's not even close to becoming a prodigy. His shrug caused her lips to pull down in irritation, and she shook her head.

The expression on Dwain's face remained impassive as she mouthed to herself, "It's a prodigy thing," while simulating the tone and expression of the other person.

"Anyway," he exhaled, clenching his teeth firmly and biting his tongue. "If the lake chose you, I'd suggest not taking these." The taunting sound of the medications rattling caused her eyes to squint in aggravation so that she could see better.

"Anxiety medications are designed to target your brain; they interfere with your spirituality; in your case, they are suppressants. "I'm not a genius, but that's what I've learnt from WebMD and our personal chemical genius, Carlene Simmons.

She stared up at him with apprehension, still perplexed by his words.

As she crossed her arms, she muttered, "What the hell does all of that mean all of that?"

"There is already a lot of nonsense going on with you; the fact that you are close to Lake Dreamstream does not help" You won't have any problems without them; in fact, it's likely that they were the reason you didn't even believe you could shift. As he continued to glance up at the orange bottle that was glowing in the sunlight, he gave a shake of his head. With a hint of hesitation, Luisa pursed her lips.

His reasoning was not in question. In fact, it was one of the first things that began to detect her before anything else. As she took a quick glance at the enormous body of water that was located in their backyard, she was overcome with a sensation of awe.

"Fine, but the moment I feel the urge to attack or do anything else, I'm searching your room for it." Her warning was met with a disinterested shrug from him.

"No matter what, get ready for the hike," he added as he stuffed it into the pocket of his hoodie and turned the knob. A moment before he left the building, he stopped what he was doing and stood in the middle of the entranceway. He looked up for a brief moment, simply gazing slightly over his shoulder before he parted his lips to speak. He was completely absorbed in his thoughts. "Don't wander off by yourself."