A/N: I honestly have no idea where I was going with this plot and it's like reaaaally long, so I apologize if it's not what you wanted. On a different note, that picture of Justin makes me want to jump off a bridge aha :) x
A/N 2: It probably seems like I'm always hating on my work ik, but it's just because I'm picky and self-conscious about what I write l0l sry~ And I didn't proofread because it was too long and I was tired okay.
"Did I scare you?" I asked softly, chuckling through my words as Kenley looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Kind of." She answered, her voice laced with sleep as she spoke in a groggy tone, "I thought you had a date tonight?"
Even in her post-sleep haze with droopy eyelids and a head of messy hair, she still looked unbelievably beautiful. I kind of enjoyed sneaking into her bed in the middle of the night just because it meant I could see her like this, without the make-up or whatever else she does to make herself look better for the day. Seeing her right after she woke up never failed to amaze me, but I wouldn't dare tell her that considering it could ruin our friendship.
"I did, but she stood me up." I replied with a shrug. I hated admitting it out loud, knowing that I was stood up rather than the other way around, but I knew Kenley wouldn't even think of judging me for it.
"Well, that's her loss." She reassured, flashing me a small smile as she reached up and ruffled my hair.
As weird as it may seem for me to just randomly sneak into my best friend's house and crawl into bed with her, it was normal to us. Some friends like to hang out at coffee shops or backyards, and we tend to hang out at places like that too, but by the end of the night, we somehow end up in the same bed. We're a weird couple of friends, and Kenley's the only person I spend my time with just lying in bed and talking the night away.
We don't do anything physical or intimate (and that's mostly to my disadvantage); we just talk. It sounds pretty gay – I know, but it's us. You could say I'm whipped, but she's not my girlfriend (yet), so that term isn't really appropriate.
I liked that she had a habit of falling asleep in the middle of my stories. I never minded because I knew she tried her hardest to keep listening no matter how tired she was. It was probably one of the best parts of hanging out with her; getting to watch her fall asleep to the sound of my voice. I usually stayed a few minutes longer to admire her in her slumber before leaving her bed and sneaking back to my own house. She probably wouldn't want to wake up by my side anyway.
The last person I expected in my bed that night was Justin, but I was glad to find him crawling under the sheets anyway. Even though I knew he'd be gone by the time I woke, it still comforted me to fall asleep with him by my side.
I was always the one to doze off when we hung out like this, but I couldn't help falling asleep. He always managed to sneak in at the most ungodly hours, and the fact that Justin's voice was probably one of the most relaxing sounds in the world didn't help either.
The last thing I remember hearing that night was Justin murmuring something about the school dance and who he was planning on asking out. I tried keeping my eyes open for as long as possible, but it wasn't worth it. He was going to take some girl named Caitlin or Katie or something like that. All I know is it sure as hell wasn't Kenley and I hated hearing him talk about his dating life with me around – but I was the only person he talked about that with, so it was nice to know he trusted me with those kind of things. It was kind of bittersweet, I guess. Our whole friendship was bittersweet, but I'd rather be friends like this than nothing at all.
Justin's View (Two Years Later):
I crawled into the half-empty bed, joining my girlfriend as she remained still in her sleep. It had been a while since we'd done this, since I actually got the time to put my hand out and touch her and just be with her in general. Fame takes a lot out of my private life, and I really wish it didn't because it hurt to be away from her.
I scooted closer to her, curling my body against hers as my arm snaked around her slim waist. We practically fit together like a couple of puzzle pieces, and knowing just that put a small smile on my lips.
Kenley hummed softly in response to my movements, nuzzling her head into the pillow beneath her.
"Don't you have a meeting or something in the morning?" She asked softly in an attempt to sound angry.
She started to pull away from my grasp to prove the point that she was upset, and I couldn't understand why she would be. This was my first time spending time with her, after all. She could at least be a little happy to see me, right?
I furrowed my eyebrows a bit, shifting my body so I was no longer on her side of the bed, "Yeah, but–"
"But what? You thought you could sneak in my apartment and spend some time with me before leaving again?" She questioned, turning around to face me.
I couldn't make out the features of her face; it was too dark for me to see her, but I could tell she was upset by the sound of her voice and I honestly had no idea why. I wasn't upset, I was just confused.
I cleared my throat awkwardly, "Um… yes?"
She sat up straight, flicking on the lamp after doing so, "No, Justin."
I propped myself up on my elbows, trying to figure out where she was going with this, "I'm confused." I admitted.
"That makes two of us." She sighed softly, running a hand through her tangled hair. To this day, she still amazes me with her post-slumber beauty.
"What are we doing, Justin? I realize you have a busy schedule and that you can't help that, but I'm tired of it. I just want to be in a normal relationship where my boyfriend can actually spend the /whole/ night with me rather than sneaking in for a few hours and leaving before I even wake up. It's not working, okay? I'm done."
Kenley tried her hardest to keep her eyes away from mine, occasionally throwing her hands in the air and habitually tugging at the ends of her hair as she spoke. I admired watching her as she got more and more upset, and I knew it shouldn't have been as entertaining as it was to see her get mad. I couldn't help it, though. She gets so adorable when she's angry that I can't help try to force back a smile.
"Come here." I said softly, laying back down on the mattress as I put my arm out by my side in hopes that she'd accept my offer.
Fortunately enough, Kenley was crawling over to my side of the bed within a few moments with my arm tucked neatly beneath her waist. I managed to pull her a bit closer to me before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"It's not going to be perfect, you know." I mumbled into her hair.
Even though it was probably the last thing she wanted to hear, I had to say it anyway. She tends to forget the important things, but I have no problem with reminding her every now and then – because if I wasn't there to reassure her, who would?
"I wish it was." She murmured in response, tracing endless designs on my clothed chest with her index finger.
I chuckled softly, shaking my head a little at her words, "I'll tell you what. If you promise you won't leave me, I promise I won't leave this bed until you wake up."
Kenley lifted her head to look up at me with a faint smile on her face, "You know for a fact I was never going to leave you in the first place."
I felt a grin forming on my lips before I leaned in to give her a quick peck, "Well you seemed pretty convincing for a second there, babe."
She let a small laugh escape her lips as she rested her head on my chest, uttering out an "I love you" before letting silence take over the two of us for a moment. I missed times like this more than anything, and I hated that my career got in the way of my relationship with Kenley.
I noticed her breathing had started to slow down, giving me the impression that she was starting to fall asleep in my arms. I glanced over at the clock on the side table, seeing that it had gotten to be about two-thirty. I should have been setting an alarm for seven by then, but I promised that I wouldn't leave this bed until she woke up in the morning.
Matter of fact, I think I'll keep that promise for all the other nights to come – I'll never leave this bed until she wakes up to me by her side. I'd done it way too many times in the past and I won't do it again. Not again.