Sunday mornings were probably Macy's favorite mornings. The warm feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket when you first wake up, the birds chirping right outside your window, the smell of really nice cologne. All of it made the perfect-

Hang on just a second.
Since when does she smell cologne in the morning?

Never, she thought to herself. She flipped over, dismissing it as an early morning hallucination and buried her face into her blanket. Which also smelled like the cologne, but was rock solid and sorta shaped like a body-

"Macy." A voice mumbled. "Stop hogging all the blanket. I'm cold." She felt her warm blanket tugged slightly, and felt it pulled from underneath her, like it was going around someone else. Was someone else in her bed? No, of course not. She was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. "Macy, are you breathing? Should I get your mom? Are you okay?" A worried voice asked. She looked up, slowly, and caught the eyes of – oh dear Lord – Joseph Lucas. She gaped, jaw hanging. "Macy? Hellooo?" He waved his hand in front of her face.

"You-You're in my bed." She foolishly stated.

"Nope. We're on the spare bed. Don't you remember?" She blinked. Ah, that's right. She'd woken up straddling him (She blushed at the thought), screamed, her father came in and knocked him out, then she'd fallen asleep after making sure he was okay.

She'd fallen asleep. With him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She blurted out quickly, pushing herself away from. (She found it slightly difficult, for his arm had been wrapped around the whole time.) "I didn't mean to – It was an accident.." She trailed off, pretty sure she highly resembled a tomato right now. He chuckled.

"It's okay, Mace. Don't worry about it."

"But, but..."

"Really, Macy. It's fine."

"Oh, but my parents are gonna kill me! No, no. They'll kill you! Great, like last night wasn't bad enough..." She rambled, then paused. "Joe?"

"Mhm?" His voice lined with amusement.

"How did I end up on top of you last night?" She patted herself on the back for keeping her voice straight. His smile fell, cheeks tinting pink.

"Well, uh, I tried to put you in your bed, and I kinda...tripped."

"Oh." Silence. Awkward silence.

"Joseph, Macy?" Her mother's voice floated in. "Are you two awake?"

"Yeah, mom." She answered, sitting up. The door opened.

"Good morning." She greeted, smiling warmly.

"Morning."

"Good morning, Mrs. Misa." Joe said politely.

"Either of you hungry? I just finished making pancakes." Joe lit up at that, quickly standing. He pulled Macy up along side him, tugging her out of the room.

"Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes!" He grinned. Macy giggled. Joe sat down in the seat he'd taken yesterday, staring at his full plate with bright, wide eyes.

"Hey, mom?" Macy's hushed voice asked.

"Yes?"

"Um, did dad...come in my room at all?" Her mom smiled.

"I talked to him. Neither of you are in trouble. Now, if that boy wasn't so polite, you might be." Macy smiled gratefully. "He's cute too, don't you think?"

"Mom-" She groaned.

"Well, he is."

"What are we gonna do today?" Joe asked as Macy walked in her bedroom about an hour or so later. Her mother had left for her pregnancy classes, and her father had left a few hours ago for work. Macy hadn't really planned anything...

"Uh, I dunno. What do you wanna do?" He seemed thoughtful for a moment, before shrugging.

"No idea."

"I usually stay home on Sundays." She bit her lip.

"I usually sleep in on Sundays. Latest I've woken up is 6pm." He grinned. She smiled. "Idea!" He stated, standing up. Macy froze up again, for he had landed an inch away from her face. She didn't even realize she was standing so close.. "We should get ice cream." She snapped back.

"We just ate breakfast, Joe."

"Like, an hour ago. Come on." He whined.

"It's too early."

"Come on." He repeated. "Please?"

"I don't think we should..."

"Ma-cy."

"Well..."

"Come to the dark side, Macy. We have ice cream." He laughed 'evilly.'

"Fine. But I'm not getting anything."

"Oh, yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Macy-"

"Joe-"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Nonsense. I'd never mock you-"

"Cute, Mace. Real cute."

"You're not too bad yourself-"

"Oh, the girls got jokes-"

"Go get your ice cream, Joe. I'll just stay here and find something else to do." She sat down, cross legged on her bed. He frowned. Macy was secretly proud of herself. Although, how she'd even gotten through that witty conversation without squealing or fainting or anything, was beyond her.

"I'm getting you something."

"Don't."

"I will."

"I don't want anything!"

"Yes, you do. I can read your mind. What's that? Chocolate – no, strawberry? With sprinkles? Coming right up!" For a moment, she believe he actually could read her mind. That just happened to be her favorite.

"You're ridiculous." She sighed as he walked out. He turned his head around, a grin plastered on his face.

"And you're gorgeous." He winked, disappearing from sight. She blinked.

Oh. Today was one big hallucination. That's it. She'll wake up soon and laugh for having such a silly dream. Really, she'll wake up.

.....Eventually.


Oh snap.
I updated.
I KNOW, FINALLY.
I'm working on updating other things. :P

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