Soon my parents and brother came home. When my mom came in I told her that Morgan was staying for the weekend, and she didn’t mind. Morgan stays over my house all the time so it’s just a common thing now for her to sleep over.
It’s now 8:35 at night and Morgan and I are lying down on my bed playing on our phones. We had dinner not too long ago. After dinner we headed up the stairs and plopped on the bed. My head is on Morgan’s chest and we are lying down on my full size bed. Morgan is on her phone, scrolling through Facebook while I am also on my phone but, on Instagram.
As a double tap this one picture of a cute puppy that was on my homepage I hear Morgan scoff, “Look at the post Alisha just wrote.” Morgan says as she hands her phone towards me. I take her phone and read Alisha’s new post.
“I hate when people start drama on here!! Stop writing about it on FB, it’s just stupid!!”
I raise an eyebrow as I hand the phone back to Morgan. “If she hates seeing drama on her feed why doesn’t she just un friend people who starts drama?”
“Exactly.” Morgan agrees.
We fall into a comfortable silence. Morgan continues to scroll through her phone while I do too. After about 20 minutes or so I get bored. I turn off my phone and lay it on top on my nightstand. I look up to see Morgan tapping away on her cell, she’s probably texting someone.
I look away and my mind starts to drift to earlier today when Morgan was about to tell me something before her brother interrupted us. It might seem silly, but I really want to know what she was going to tell me! It must be something big for her to think it was going to ruin our friendship…
I snap out of my thoughts and look back up at Morgan. “Yeah?”
“I’m going to go change into my Pajamas.”
“Okay?” I say confused, I don’t know why she’s telling me this. If she wants to change she can just change.
“Yeah well I kinda need you to get off of me so I can get up.” Morgan laughs.
Realization kicks into me; I forgot I had my head on her chest. I felt my face heat up as sat up. Morgan gets off the bed and walks to her book bag that’s on the other side of the bed.
I look over to my phone and grab it. I turn it on and see that its 9:57. Yeah, I should probably change into my night clothes too.
I get up from the bed and walk towards my dresser. I open the middle draw and take out random running shorts that I never actually use for running and a big t-shirt I got from a carwash. I lay them on my bed and I start taking off my pants.
In the corner of my eye I can see Morgan watching me as I change. I blush, I turn my head towards Morgan and she looks away. She then starts changing too.
I pull on my shorts and take off my top. I can feel a pair of eyes on me again as I lift up my shirt from my body. I know its Morgan’s; besides me, she’s the only one in the room at the moment. I look at her again, and wink this time playfully.
“Like what you see?” I joke laughing.
Morgan gives a short fake laugh as she looks away and puts on her Pajama top. I frown as I place on mine too. What’s up with the fake laugh?
I pick up my clothes that I worn today and hang them up in my closet. Since I only worn them today they’re not dirty. So I don’t have to put them in my laundry basket. After I finish hanging up my clothes I walk out of my closet. I see Morgan on my bed sitting up; she has a concentrated look painted on her face. I wonder what she’s thinking about...
"Hey what-cha thinking about M?" I ask her, as I sit crisscross apple sauce on my bed.
Morgan eyes lands on mine for a second before she looks away. I tilt my head to the side in confusion.
"N-nothing." Morgan stutters, her eyes looking down on her lap. She's fiddling with her hands; I can tell something is bothering her.
"I don't think its nothing." I say as I scoot closer towards the brunette. "What's wrong M? I can tell something is bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me." Morgan debated, "I'm fine."
Morgan gets off the bed and storms out the room. I sigh before following her out. I could hear her marching down the steps, where the heck is she going?
I quickly paced down the stairs. Once I got to the bottom I could see Morgan leaning on the kitchen counter with her head looking down. I walked in the kitchen and stood in front of her. She looked up and stared at me.
We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, staring into each other eyes, and not speaking a word. I was about to say something before Morgan opened her mouth to speak.
"I shouldn’t of have came here." she mummred before pushing past me and up walking the stairs again.
I'm not sure how i like this chapter...this chapter is really short and im sorry for that >.< I just thought this was a good place to end it so i did.
I promise i will make the next chapter longer :)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and i will try to update real soon!!