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It was the craziest thing.
It was a very good sleep, softest blanket I've ever slept with. I woke up to the sky lights letting through the sunlight. That's when I jumped up, truly woke up.
The posedieon cabin doesn't have sky lights. And I only have an old not so soft hello kitty blanket in my bed.
I jump up, and turn to see Luke Castellean, Luke Castellean, sleeping with his head on the opposite side of me. I should had known it, because everything smelled like him, the one cologne he thinks makes him radiate aura.
My eyes widen, and I don't think he's wearing a shirt. Oh my gods what happened, whats HAPPENING.
My first istinct is to find my dagger, which was still at my thigh. Unlike my shoes. I did not take those off. At least my clothes were still on.
Luke was waking up, so I jump back beside him, blade to his neck. He's waking up now, and oh my god he definitely isn't wearing a shirt. Not that I'm staring. GODS this is insane.
"LUKE GET UP. WHY THE HADES AM I IN YOUR BED!" I scream, blade teasing his neck and his eyes crack open, with his usual unfazed, mocking eyes.
"Gods, do you know what time it is? What are you- get that blade away from me." He sits up, trying to push up the dagger. His smirk grows, but my blade stays.
"What. Am. I. Doing . Here." I grit my teeth, putting the blade closer. Now I'm nervous, because now I don't know what happend. And it doesn't help that I definitely hate Luke and his stupid smirk.
"Calm down Y/N/N," my eyes narrow, he knows I hate being called that. "I found you by the beach, half sleep, muttering to yourself. Figured I'd be a good head counselor and help you out. I should had let you freeze out there." He adds, stretching his arms and standing.
My brains jolts, and the memories come flashing back. Sand under my face, waves hitting the shore hard. Everything spinning.
He pauses, his voice just a hint more sincere.
"You passed out. You're a pain in the ass, but I'm not." He adds, eyes studying my expression
He saw me pass out from lack of food. How embarrassing.
I let myself relax slightly, letting him move as I sheath my dagger. Hes not lying, for once.
And I keep my face cool, hoping its not turning red. It shouldn't be, so it's not.
"Oh. Ok." I back up, and turn to gather my stuff. This is so weird, never in my years knowing Luke has he helped me, pranked yes, but never help.
"Howd you get me up here, the beach is like half mile from here." I ask, speaking out loud, watching him attentively. Gods he need a hair brush. And a shirt.
"I'm hurt you think I can't carry you." He mocks turning away from he to stand from his bed. The head campers always get their own rooms in the cabin. I guess for the Hermes kids that a luxury.
"You carried me all the way up here?" I pray that my face isn't red. I'm going to throw up, because there's no way that happened.
"Just stop questioning my compassion and thank me for once." He grins, watch me gather my stuff now.
"Like you've given me anything to thank you for." I scoff, and I hear him snort.
With my shoes in my hand, I turn around, glaring at him. He's still standing, smug look and arms crossed.
"Where you going Y/N/N" he asks, flopping back down onto his bed.
"To my own bed." I pause, narrowing my eyes at him. I'm waiting for the prank to indefinetly happen. But nothing.
"Thanks, I guess." I add, mumbling.
"Sorry what was that?" He grins even wider, enjoying this too much.
"I'm not repeating myself." I state, walking towards his door.
"Of course." He mocks, and I give him one last irritated look. He fixes his hair, pretending not to notice.
"Shut up. And put on a shirt, sword boy." I call out before slamming the door. It's too early to be that annoying m, but clearly he doesn't know that.
"Real original nickname huh," I hear his muffled voice cthrough the door, and I pretend not to hear.
Weirdest morning ever.