The Blink of an Eye

Chapter 6

*Original POV: By Heather*

I quickly smacked my forehead while my eyes were still closed shut, reacting very late to the head ache I had earlier. I shifted my hands against my surroundings. I could feel soft and ice cold sheets and fabric. Oh, so it was all a dream! I just had a very long nap in my room. I opened my eyes and my face had gone so scrunched up, so wrong looking, that my muscles refused to continue supporting it. My face had gone normal, but I was still stunned.

This isn'tmy room! Where am I? Where did I go? I rubbed my eyes and continued looking around, confused and curious at the same time. I got out of the bed slowly and started looking around as if I were a small little kitten that wasn't used to a dog house. I went to the window as the wind was blowing softly, examining a different yard and surroundings, though it still kind of looks like my neighborhood.

Was I kidnapped?

Am I in a very bad dream?

What's going on?

As I continued looking around, the door had opened quietly, and stepping inside, coming to my crazy and weird surprise, was Brandon. Brandon? Brandon?What the...? What's going on, where am I? "Brandon." I called out, clenching onto my chest, this was all too hard to believe.

"Great, you're awake." He claimed softly, approaching me. I flinched, staying in place afterwards. He felt on my forehead, and snatched his hand away as I settled my eyes into his.

Even though this is very random and weird, I had a sudden assumption that I was in fact, at Brandon's house. In his room. As I was about to say something, he had beaten me to words.

"You collapsed on the streets somewhere. You're very lucky that I happened to drive that way home, and you're very lucky that there weren't any lunatics around at the time." He had said, giving me a warning glare.

He stood closely in front of me, and I stared at him. I ran my fingers through my hair, so confused that I wanted to choke out what he saw me doing at the time.

"I don't remember collapsing, or...walking." I stated, looking at him with a dead face.

"Yeah, well...you were. Otherwise you wouldn't be in my bedroom, now would you?" He asked, his face looked serious. He's very gorgeous when he's serious. I stared at him, and breathed out a heavy sigh.

"I'm assuming you were drunk...?" He questioned.

I didn't answer. Instead, I walked back over to his bed and sat down.

He stood in place, "You have to be careful. You were drunk at the time, and....what if some molester of some sort had picked you up off the streets and raped you or something? You wouldn't have even known." He claimed.

"I know! All I remember is getting into an argument with my little sister and plopping onto the bed. That's it." I announced.

I was totally offended that he was basically nagging at me right now. This is not how I would want to end up meeting him. In his bedroom all because of a silly mistake.

He sat down beside me, "Well, you're okay. You didn't damage anything important when you collapsed. So in the end, that's all that matters."

He smiled slightly but still had a look of concern. How could I screw up? Why did I even drink as much as I did?

"I mean, you can drink as much as you want when you're at the house but....not when you're out somewhere." He added. I looked up at him, trying to figure him out.

This guy, had put an effort, an effort, just to take me to his house and take care of me until I'm completely sober? He's about the sweetest guy I've ever encountered before in my life, other than my dad.