Jane
A single girl who leads a strange Gothic life, believing in everything supernatural and cursed
"Five more minutes," she groans, burrowing deeper into his side. "I don't want to get out of bed." She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head and instantly regretting it as pain shoots through her shoulders.
"Ow..."
"You okay...?"
"I overdid it," she admits with a sheepish smile. "Just give me five more minutes. Please?" Her voice is laced with puppy-dog eyes and pleading tones.
"Neither have I," she whispers, scooting closer to him. "But I guess tonight's as good a night as any..." She hesitates for a moment before snuggling against his side, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her like a protective shield.
"Goodnight, Devawn."
The next morning Devawn and Jane get woken up by the alarm. "Ugh... I don't want to go to school..." He mumbles tiredly.
She groans softly in agreement. "Me neither..." She squints against the bright light streaming in through his window, her head throbbing dully from where she'd slept against his pillow. "What time is it?"
"Neither have I," she whispers, scooting closer to him. "But I guess tonight's as good a night as any..." She hesitates for a moment before snuggling against his side, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her like a protective shield.
"Goodnight, Devawn."
"Goodnight, Jane..."
They eventually fall asleep. The next morning Jane wakes up and sees Devawn already awake on his phone. Still laying next to her.
"Hey..." she whispers, yawning and stretching before sitting up in bed. Her hair is a mess from sleeping on it, but the soft cotton pajamas he let her borrow feel comfortable against her skin. "What time is it?"
Relieved by his agreement, Jane snuggles under the covers, making room for Devawn beside her. "You won't regret this," she murmurs, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her as they lie together in the darkness.
As they drift off to sleep, Jane's thoughts wander back to her parents, to the life she left behind.
The next morning Devawn wakes up to Jane doing some weird hobby of hers.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," she greets him with a bright smile as he stirs awake. She pauses mid-doodle, holding up a small sketchbook filled with intricate drawings and patterns. "Just doodling. Helps me relax," she explains sheepishly, tucking the book away when he sits up.
She looks refreshed despite their late night, her eyes bright and clear. "How did you sleep?" she asks, tilting her head at him curiously.
Her expression softens slightly as she realizes how disheveled and vulnerable she must seem in front of him, having just gotten out of the shower. She nods, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. "You're right, I should get dressed." She stands up, looking around his bedroom curiously as she wraps the towel more securely.
"Where are your clothes?" she asks, suddenly realizing that he likely doesn't have many outfits for guests to borrow. She feels a pang of embarrassment at the thought of being a burden. "
"Jane..." He quickly gets up and walks towards her and gently takes her wrist "Have you been hurting yourself...?! Why are there bruises, a-and cuts on your wrist...?"
"Oh... That... I-I cut myself sometimes when I'm feeling really overwhelmed. It helps me feel better, sorta."