Amber's pov:
There were a few sounds that caused me to stir from my sleep. Barely awake, I feel a small movement from beside me, before I could sense myself being picked up by someone.
Squinting my eyes, I could make out a face above me since I was being carried bridal style, but I couldn't tell who it was before I was slowly pulled back into dreamland.
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*Loud blaring noise*
"What the-..." I mumble, opening my eyes to see my alarm clock going over.
Wait...
WHY is it going off at 10:00am?! I feel panic start to rise in my chest as I quickly sit up, grabbing my phone off my night stand.
But the panic quickly settles as I look at the date...
It's Saturday.
Surprisingly, it doesn't take long to connect the dots, becoming aware of the fact that Saturday meant volunteering at the hospital, and I probably set an alarm to make sure I get there before noon...
This time...
Just to make sure I don't end up waking up at a weird time like 2:00pm...
Again.
Looking at my phone, something soon catches my eye.
I put my phone on the charger last night? I almost always forget to put it on.
But weirdly enough, I don't remember ever putting it on-... as a matter of fact, I don't even remember going to bed! Or even coming home from...
Oh...
I feel my cheeks start to heat up as I remember the last couple moments of being at Julie's house.
More specifically, the part where I fell asleep...
On Damien's shoulder.
And if I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure I remember feeling someone picking me up...
Could it have been...
No it couldn't...
But who else?!
Maybe Liam-... but that thought quickly left as soon as it came. If there was one thing I knew about Liam, it was that he would never pass up the chance of witnessing a moment between Damien and I together.
Heck, I wouldn't even be surprised if he was the one who insisted Damien to carry me home.
...
HOME!
I jump up from my bed, looking around my messy, disgusting room, that I haven't cleaned in...
A while.
Crap...
What if Damien came in and this is what he saw!!!
I couldn't help but wince at the sight of my bra hanging from the door, my clothes scattered on the ground, and a few snack wrappers laying across my dresser.
YOU ARE READING
The Chapstick Girl
Teen Fiction"Who is she?" Damien asks, pointing at the girl who's smile instantly stood out to him. He hasn't seen her before, but even from afar, her smile was contagious. Maybe it was the way her lips curved upward, or how her eyes brightened in the dullness...
