Chapter Twenty

                                    

                                          
Elias Salazar 
   Saturday.
   Who doesn't love Saturdays?
   People who love being productive that's who. 
   Anyways- back to your regularly scheduled programming. 
   It's only been about two-ish days since Alex and Mateo came to stay with us for a bit and personally- I'm loving it.
   I love it when she's in her 'room' and I randomly come up behind her for a hug, I love it even more when she leans into my hold and rubs my arms that are wrapped around her middle.
   I love it when she's in my room and she lets me cuddle her. I fucking love it when she lays her head on my chest and when she snuggles into my body. For some reason, she only does that when I have the blanket on top of us, so I get cuddles and warmth.
   I've been in heaven. 
   But the one thing I love the most was when I came into her 'room' and she ended up coming into bed with me. 
   (Flashback) 
   My fist punches the pillow repeatedly and I dig my face into it to find some comfort. 
   Goddamit- what the hell is wrong with me?! 
   I've been trying to go to sleep for the past hour and I just can't. I've tried hugging a pillow, I've tried numerous sleeping positions, I even tried doing what Angelica does where I put a pillow between my legs. 
   It didn't work. 
   I groan loudly and flip my body to the right side, looking away from my door.
 
   I put my arm under the pillow and grab a different one to hold close to me with my left arm. I nuzzle my head into the pillow and sigh. 
   Okay, maybe I can sleep now.
   One minute goes by. 
   Three minutes go by.
   Five fucking minutes go by. 
   Ten fucking- fuck this. 
   I groan and whine childishly and throw the blanket over and off my body, my feet hitting the floor with a loud thud and I huff in frustration. I grab my phone on the nightstand and check the time. 11:46. She has to be awake. 
   I rub my eye with the heel of my palm to wake up my eyes seeing as how they were closed for so long in my pathetic attempt at sleep and I head out of my room and make my way downstairs. 
   The room she's staying in is only a few feet awake from my parents, so I have to tiptoe a bit before I get to her. I cross the carpet floors with ease and I finally reach her door.
   Maybe I can get some sleep this way. 
   I slowly turn the knob and creak the door open slightly, knowing that even if she is awake, Mateo probably isn't. 
   The bed comes into view and I was right. Mateo sleeps soundly on his stomach and my girl is cuddled up behind him, her arm draped over his back and she uses her other arm as a pillow on top of the pillow she has.
   Dammit. She's asleep. 
   Oh well.
   I walk into the room and head over to her side. She's so pretty. I slowly peel off the blanket from her body and I pull her shoulder towards me so that her body falls flat on the bed, putting her on her back.