Complications (BxB)

Chapter FIVETEEN

Blake's POV*

I woke up to the sun shining on my face, making me wince in irritation.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the window, now fixed, the sun rays shining through. All remains of shattered glass were gone.

Even so, a bitter smile lifted the corners of my lips at the memories.

The second thing I saw was a sleeping lump next to me.

At first, panic welled in my chest from the close proximity, but when I heard a groan, feeling their weight shift as they rolled over, a sigh of relief escaped at the beautiful sight of Micahs sleeping form.

Micah's sleepy orbs opened partially to greet me, his eyes smiling before his mouth could catch up.

"Goodmorning." Can I just say, holy fuck, morning voice? Because... holy fuck, morning voice.

Quickly wiping at my chin to catch any forming drool, I returned his smile.

"Goodmorning." At the sound of my groggy, sleep ridden voice, Micahs smile widened, while I couldn't contain the cringe.

"Hello boys How'd ya slee- HOLY MOTHER OF TURTLES PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE CLOTHES ON!?" A shrieking voice- aka Amathyst -barged through the doors to our room, arms being thrown in the air and even her leg lifted slightly at her dramatics.

I hid my face in embarrassment while Micah chuckled, raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

"Thank you for knocking." His voice, still ever so gruff, caused my blush to deepen.

"Just tell me if you're clothed so I can get out of this stupid position and open my eyes!" Though her ear-piercing voice was loud, it wasn't quite a shriek anymore and for that, I was grateful.

Groaning and throwing myself back onto the bed, blanket only partially draped over us, I went to say that we were dressed, before hearing,

"Ew! Blake! Micah! Not while I'm in the room! Keep your vulgar noises to yourself!"

Holding back my sigh and yet another groan, I threw my arm over my eyes, hiding the sun from view, feeling the bed shake with Micahs laughter.

"Am, we're dressed." I grumbled, seeing as Micah was on his way to falling off the bed from his obnoxious laughter.

Although, peaking at him, I couldn't help the small smile that formed on my lips at the sight of him so happy.

"Well uh... this is awkward." When I glanced back at Amathyst, who was still in the doorway, I took in the sight of her with a mocking chuckle.

Her hands were clasped in front of her as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, awkwardness creating an almost visual bubble around her.

"What'd you need anyway?" Hearing the smile in Micahs voice, I couldn't help but steal another glance, sitting up from my position.

He looked amazing.

The sun coming in from the window to his right making him appear to glow like an angel, one hand running through his hair in an attempt to tame the unruly strands.