I Can't Wait For You ~ 6

The air speaks of all we'll never be.

I scuttled backwards out of the bed, taking the cover with me. Sea green eyes popped open and took me in.
"What the-?" he questioned sitting up.
"Who are you?" I asked pointing my finger at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, which I now noticed was bare.
"Me? Who are you?"
"Madison! Are you alright?" Nan yelled, breaking into the room in a long nightgown with a shotgun in her hands.
"For God's sakes Grandma, put the gun down," the boy said, finally getting out of bed.
"Joseph Sawyer Saint, what do you think you are doing in here?" she questioned, leaning the shotgun against the doorframe.
"I thought I was sleeping in my bed."
"You didn't notice it was already occupied?" she questioned, putting her hand on her hip.
"It was dark, I was tired."
"You didn't see this either?" she pulled a note off the door. From where I stood I could see clearly printed, 'Sawyer, we have a guest. You're on the couch.' He rubbed his forehead.
"No, I guess not."
"Well. Apologize to Miss Madison, right now."
"Sorry, Miss Madison." He said, sarcasm tilting his lips.
"Alright. Now get out. Scoot." He shot one last look at me before leaving.
"I'm sorry about my fool grandson Madison. Breakfast will be in a few hours."
"Okay. Thanks." She picked the gun back up, nodded, and pulled the door shut behind her. I couldn't understand why he was so mad at me. It wasn't like I'd decided to be here. And I wasn't the one who'd crawled into a bed he'd been in. How tired was he, to not notice me? Why hadn't I noticed him?

I couldn't help but be curious about this guy. Why had he been out so late that she'd been in bed when he came in? And really, how had he been that tired? I mean, come on. You don't have to be Baby Bear to figure out someone is fricking in your bed. I couldn't understand. I mean, both of us together had to have filled the bed. How could you not notice? I hugged myself, feeling cold. That was the first time I'd ever slept with a guy. How strange. I didn't even know him. Thanks to Nan I knew his full name, but apparently he went by Sawyer, not Joseph. Interesting choice. Sawyer made me think of a soldier. But I suppose the whole name aspect wasn't really important. Of course he was completely adorable, because he already hated me. Couldn't be a nerdy guy with two inch glasses that hated me. No. It had to be the guy that could probably get a girl with the snap of his fingers if he was trying hard enough. I was wasting my time thinking about this, if all went well I would be leaving today. After all of this Florida actually sounded good. Silver lining? Meh, maybe.

I pulled aside one of the navy curtains and peeked outside. The sky was light blue. A few white fluffy clouds in sight. It was beautiful up there. Down on the ground it didn't look so good. All of the tall grass was laid nearly flat, and tree limbs were scattered all over the yard and driveway. This was not a bad omen. I refused to let this be a bad omen. I actually walked to the door before I remembered that my suitcase was still in the car. Nothing to wear. This was not a bad omen either. This I also refused. I walked down to the kitchen, still in my nightgown.
"You didn't have to be such a idiot about it Sawyer, Lord."
"Grandma, they extended my hours, what was I supposed to do?" I rounded the corner to see Sawyer slip a plaid shirt over his shoulders. Nan was standing at the oven. She turned to face him.
"They're working you too much. You need to cut back."
"I'm not stupid. I know we need the money."
"It is not your job to worry about that," she said, pointing a spatula at him.

"Um, excuse me," I murmured softly. I felt terrible for what I'd overheard..I didn't want to do it anymore. "I didn't want to bother you. But I don't have anything to wear." Nan simply turned her head to me while Sawyer turned completely around. Jesus. I tried to not swoon. He needed to button that shirt before I fainted.
"I washed the clothes you came in, but I didn't have a chance to hang them on the line with all of that rain. Sawyer, go and get her suitcase out of the car," He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth. "Don't stare at me like that boy, get to it." His mouth snapped shut and he went for the door, wincing when he passed me. Hopefully by the time he came back the buttons on his shirt would be fastened. I did not need to think about him like that anymore than I already was. Seriously.