Dusky#12

"Wake up, sleepyhead! It's 5 in the evening, and we - were supposed - to be meeting 15 MINUTES AGO!"
I feel a pillow hitting me on the side, as my covers are pulled away from me. I fight as hard as I can, half asleep, but he wins, like he always does.
"Uh what do you want to do?! It's all rainy and depressing out there, I don't want to go out. Let's just sleep, come on, I'll share my bed with you," I say, with a supposedly irresistible smile.
"You do realise you look less like a hottie smiling in all her sleepy glory, and more like a drunk frog, don't you?"
I can't help laughing. "You're bad with metaphors. Who even thinks of a drunk frog?"
"Yeah well words are your department, not mine. I want you up and about in 10 minutes, no complaining."
"What are we gonna dooo?"
"Walk in the rain. 'Rim jhim gire saaaawan. Sulag, sulag jaaae mann'," he sings, and I'm staring at him, now awake.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he says, narrowing his eyes.
"You sang bollywood."
"Uh yeah, guess I did. Am I not allowed to?"
"You don't listen bollywood. And also, that's one of my most favourite songs. And it's quite old. Tell me how you know about it," my voice dripping with suspicion.
"Yeah okay," he says, raising his hands in surrender. "I know it's your favourite. I read about it in Amy's slambook."
"And...?"
"And I listened to it."
"And...?"
"And I might have memorised a few lines."
"You did. You really did. Oh my god, and all those times I refused to watch your favourite TV series..."
He's smiling, but his eyes speak a thousand words. I can't recall the last time I've been looked at with so much affection, and I'm blushing so hard, my cheekbones hurt. I move toward him on the bed, and hold both of his hands in each of mine, my eyes staring into the depths of his. He moved both of his palms to the sides of my neck, raises one to my face, looking intently into my eyes. I'm about to close my eyes, when he ruffles my hair and bursts out laughing.
"Put some okay-ish clothes on, babe. We're going out in the rain," and walks out of my room.
I smile as I watch him go. With a content and happy sigh, I collapse back on the soft bed, this time, completely awake but still in a trance.