I Dare You

seven

AFTER EATING the entire cake that Uncle Leo brought with him, I fell right asleep and so did Pete. Pete fell asleep on the floor using his coat as a blanket and not a pillow. I can't imagine Wyatt staying up any later to be alone with Uncle Leo and Uncle Leo did not sleep at all last night. He stayed up to make sure that I was still breathing, constantly checking through the night to make sure I was okay. I noticed that he finally started to doze off right before I woke up. I opened my eyes into the dimly lit hospital room with Wyatt's heavy head resting at an awkward angle in my lap, his hand wrapped around my foot softly. I wiggled my toes, brushing up against his fingertips. I couldn't help but giggle at his non reaction.

"You've got to be kidding me." Wyatt mumbles. He sits up with his eyes still closed as he turns his head to face me. He slowly opens his eyes only a little and they plead with me. "Am I not allowed to sleep in ever?"

Pete starts to stir on the floor, waking up to Wyatt and I's conversation. He rubs his eyes and groans into his coat when he sees that it's barely light out. "I want to go home and eat more cake."

"Cake?" Uncle Leo snaps his eyes open and sits up in his chair.

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm hungry."

"If we're all going to be up at this hour we are eating something real for breakfast." Wyatt yawns. "We can have cake after."

Uncle Leo, Pete, and I all nod our heads to his plan, but really only agreeing with the cake part. The doctor comes in and checks all of my vitals giving me a shockingly clean bill of health.

"If you feel at all dizzy or ill today, you come straight here." He points his finger in my face, trying to make his point more clear. "I mean it."

I nod before trying to get out of the bed.

"Um, I know that you guys are my family, but I need to change and you all need to not look."

Uncle Leo's cheeks turn red as he steps out of the room completely. Pete follows him, keeping his head down, trying to avoid all eye contact. Wyatt stands without leaving or turning around.

"Excuse me." He looks up at me. "Ugh, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm standing here waiting for you to get dressed?"

"Leave." I finally say when he doesn't make any moves to turn around.

"Seriously Cleo?" He chuckles. "I've seen you change before."

My jaw drops a little. "When?"

"You change your clothes around me all the time." He shrugs his shoulders. "We've been having sleepovers since we were 12, you really think in all that time I've never seen you at least half naked?"

"No! Absolutely not." I can't believe him. I mean, I've seen him half naked because he sleeps without a shirt on, but I've always been careful and fully clothed.

"It's not a big deal Cleo. Now will you just change so we can go get some cake?"

"It's a big deal to me." I fold my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself from his watching eyes.

"Honestly Cleo?" I nod my head with wide eyes and wait for him to leave the room.

He sighs and walks out to meet Uncle Leo and Pete in the hall. I quickly change into my training clothes from yesterday and walk out of the room, past the three of them and towards the truck. They all follow me out and pile in. I sit up front leaving Pete to sit next to the Peeping Tom. He doesn't take his stare off of me through the rear view mirror and I feel slightly uncomfortable the whole ride home.