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Nov 25, 2012 1:26:10 GMT -5
Post by Raseri on Nov 25, 2012 1:26:10 GMT -5
Before Rose, I'd hardly ever forced myself out of bed in the morning, unless there was an emergency. However, these last couple of weeks had been different. Somehow I found the will to throw the covers off myself before the break of dawn, right around six in the morning, despite the way my mattress urged me to lie back down. I wouldn't let myself succumb to the beckoning warmth of my blankets--instead, I nudged Rose gently on the shoulder, trying to wake her up without making much noise. If my parents woke up too, there would be a long list of questions that I didn't care to answer, starting with "Why-in-hell-was-that-girl-in-your-bed-last-night-Treyson-Cooper-so-help-me-god-you-are-grounded-mister." We hadn't done anything in the bed last night. Rose might have been having nightmares again--or she might have just wanted to sleep beside me--so she'd climbed under the covers just like she'd done every night for two weeks. Plain and simple, no funny business. But I knew that arguments like that never worked on my parents. They'd assume the worst, even though my pants had stayed on all night.
After I'd silently slipped on a new pair of pants and a t-shirt, I glanced over to see if Rose was awake yet. Her eyelids had fluttered open, but it seemed like she was fighting the urge to close them again. I jumped in, not wanting her to fall back asleep. "Rose," I whispered, crouching down so I was in front of her and brushing a strand of hair away from her face."You gotta wake up. I need to show you something, but you can't make any noise. My parents aren't up yet. Go get a sweater or something on, but be quick. We don't wanna miss it."text
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