My Teenage Life: Chantelle's Story.

The tv shines bright, cutting through the darkness like a knife, as me and my best friend sit on the couch and stare at the screen. There's a crazy british queen in the movie, screaming her head off. I look up at Damon and a grin spreads across his face. He mimics the british accent and I tumble off the couch in a fit of laughter. I pull the blankets down with me.

"Hey, it's cold up here." Damon laughs.

I give him a sarcastic look. "You could help me up, you know!"

He grins and extends a hand to me. I take it firmly and give a hard tug. He slips off and lands on top of me. I gasp then giggle. I look up into his hazel eyes and the room goes silent. The  tv only a buzz in the distance. I get lost in his eys. So lost I don't hear my brother's footsteps down the stairs. A bright light turns on and both mine and Damon's head turn towards the living room door. Dylan's staring wide eyed down at us. I try to imagine this senario through his eyes. His little sister lieing underneath a guy he doesn't really like. My cheeks burn. Dylan clears his throat. His tan chest and boxers dripping with sweat. He's had a nightmare. I turn to the ticking clock past Damon's head. It's 11pm and I've got school tomorrow. We quickly jump off each other. Damon rubs the back of his head.

"What are you two doing?" Dylan asks, his voice stern and deep from sleep.

"Wrestling." Dampn says. I laugh but Dylan glares at me so it fades.

"You," He begins, pointing at Damon. "Should be at home and you," He moves his finger from Damon to me. "Should be asleep." Dylan walks towards the tv and turns it off.

Damon and I groan. Damon stands up and helps me up. I turn towards the window and see drops of rain against the window pane. I turn to my brother. "Dylie, you can't make Damon walk home in the rain." I batt my eyes.

Dylan sighs. "Alright then, but he sleeps on the couch."He turns and walks back up the stairs.
Damon walks towards me and wraps his arms around me. I'm not worried that he sees me in my red kitty pjamas. I'm comfortable around him. "Well night, Day." I say. He lets go of me and jumps on the couch. "Night, Chant." I smile.

I turn off the light, surrounding us in darkness. I climb the stairs and walk down the corridor into my room. I crawl under the blankets, pull my glasses off, place it on the bedside table and grab my phone. There's a new message. From Damon. "Sleep well " I smile as I fall into a dreamless sleep.