I don't Remember much of last night. all I know us that I had a nightmare, went back to bed, and slept like a baby! It was the best I think I've ever slept.

I feel the drool on the corner of my mouth. Curse me and my drooling. But there's something different about the way I'm sleeping. When I shift around just a tiny bit I realize why.

Tyler is sleeping with me.

My first instinct was to push him off and jump up but when I tried to move, his grip around my stomach tightened. While the other arm under my neck, went off and stuck off the side of the bed. Oh no.

This doesn't look good.

This position is extremely hard for me not to freak out. Im supervised that's not what I was doing. But then........it hits me. I remember last night. I woke up screaming and Tyler helped clam me down. He must've fallen asleep or something. But the most weird thing of all.......

Is that this is comfortable.

That obviously this is the reason I slept like a baby. I hate myself for this one. No, I'm not going to do this.

I push his arm away and stand up. Thats not enough to wake him up. Im just glad today's Saturday so that I don't HAVE to get him up. wait.....never mind because he's in my bed. Shit!

I sighed and sat down on my bed. Im still in shock. I place a hand on his shoulder and shake him. He groans and moves onto his back. "Tyler, wake up." I said.

He groans again and yawns. "Why? It's a Saturday."

"I know, but your in MY bed, and I want to go to sleep." I said. He opened his eyes and looks at me as he raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. He grabs my waist and yanks me down towards him, so now we're ace to face.

"Or we could just go back to sleep. You were sleeping pretty damn well. Just look at your hair." he whispered. I can feel my face heating up.

Don't do it max. don't you dare.

I roll my eyes and push him away. He's got a strong grip, i'll tell ya that. I stand up and try pulling my shirt over my bottom but it's not working. He smiled and stands up. His hair was everywhere. He looks like he was in the middle of a hurricane. so don't ask me how he puts his hair down. "your no fun." He said before walking over towards his dresser.

"Just with you." I smile and walk to my closet. I'm not quite sure wither its awkward or just plain weird. More than likely, both. But the awkward was overthrown by sexually comments. No surprise who said them.

I grab my cloths for a shower and turn around. Tyler's standing there with cloths in his hand also.

We look up at each other for a split second before dashing out of the room and onwards to the bathroom. The floor is cold on my feet but I keep running as I see the door. I don't hear Tyler behind me.

I get I the door and wrap my hand around the handle. right before a body is in front of me. He slid in from the side and put an arm in front of me. I gasp. "Fuck you." I mumbled walking away.

"Wouldn't you want too?!" He yelled after me. I turned around and flipped him the birdie. "go suck a dick!" I said.

He smiled before saying "that's your job, princess!"

Alright! I'm done! I run towards him and he laughs as he gets in the bathroom and locks the door behind him. "that's right, you better run!" I literally just said the cheesiest line ever. He had to have thoughts he same things because he laughed. "I'm not intermediated by you, princess." He said.

"You should be."

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He soon gets out and I get in. I quickly take a shower before getting out and getting dressed. I slide on a black tank top that was like my grey one. spaghetti strap and sticks to my skin. An shows my breasts. This one just goes up a little bit from my wait and how's a little of my stomach. but I put on a plaid over shirt and some booty shorts. kill me for liking those!

I dry my hair and put a grey beanie on my black hair. I make it to a SnapBack.

I run to my room and grab my phone after getting out. I have one message.

Jules sanders: IMA coming over!

Max heart: Are you sure you wanna do that? You know Tyler's here right?

Jules sanders: Exactly! And since you obviously don't want him, you can introduce me to him. Maybe we can become.....friends.

Max heart: I'm SURE that's what your going for.

Jules sanders: you know me so well! just be ready for me in five minutes.

Max heart: okay. See ya.

Jules heart: peace gurl!

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"Thats funny because my friend is coming over too." Tyler said.

"We'll that's a weird coincidence." I said, sitting at the kitchen counter. I rest my hands on top of the counter and watch him as he makes coffee. His shirt still isn't on him. Which is making me stare at his back.

Good god, max, get ahold of yourself! your slipping!

Right.

But by that time, he's already turned around, smirking at me. "you like what you see?" I roll my eyes and notion for him to give me some coffee. He shakes his head, smiling as he hands me a cup. I take a sip and feel the hot liquid drip down my throat. I sighed as I released it from my lips.

"You make some good coffee." I said. He shrugs and takes a sip of his own. "What can I say? A man loves his coffee."

I roll my eyes. "So does women. now you probably need to get a shirt on unless you want Julie staring at you."

"You do it."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"That's funny because I was the one helping you sleep last night."

Ugh, am I going to have to hear this for the rest of my time here? Pah-lez!

"Because I had a nightmare. which included you in it." I said. He smiled and nodded downwards once. "fair enough. But Im not sure if I want to put a shirt on, I mean so what if she stares at me? Would you get jealous?"

"I could give a shit less."

He laughed. "See what I mean, funny. Im jut messing with you, princess. II'll go get a Shirt on."

Is this even the same Tyler? what the fuck happened to the Tyler who always had to have the last comeback? where he hell did he go? Something's wrong with the world!

I shake my head and try clearing my thoughts. Doesn't work. I almost jump when I hear the doorbell ring. Jules here!

I jump up and go towards the door. I open the door, expecting to see Jules but see a tall man with red/brownish hair. He gives me a slight smile. "I didn't know Tyler had a girlfriend." he mumbled.

I put my hands in front of us and shook them. "No! no I'm not his girlfriend." I say, making sure he got the point that I DIDN'T want to date him and that I wasn't. He smirks before walking in and shutting the door like its his house.

I scoff. "make yourself at home then." I sarcastically say. He looks back at me and still smirks. "don't worry, I will." he says. I roll my eyes and walk into the living room. "Tyler! your dumbass friend is here!" I yell, as I sit down on the couch, sitting my legs up on the coffee table.

"Well at least I'm not a bitch." he teases. I look over at the stranger standing in my living room. "Are you sure? I thought I was positive that you were a female dog."

He shakes his head and sticks out his tongue like a little kid. And of course I do the same back. then we make the noises that little kids make when they do that. He stood and rolls his eyes, right before walking over and sitting down next to me. A little.....too close.

He puts his arm on the back of the couch. which is right behind my neck. I'm sorry, am I missing something? This dude is all kinds of weird. But it's sorta in a good way.

"I like you greenie. What's your name?"

Greenie?! what the hell kind of nickname is that?!

"Max. Greenie?" I ask. he sighs before looking at me. "yes. Haven't you ever seen the maze runner? Newbies are called greenie. So I thought I'd call you that." He sounds confident in his words. Damn him.

"Okay. Anyway, what's your name weirdo?" I asked. He smiled.

"My names carter Jackson."