Chapter Eight

I, for some reason, had extreme trouble sleeping that night. I tossed and turned for hours. When I did get to sleep, it was only for brief snatches of a few hours, before I would wake up again and go back to thrashing around in my bed.

From up where Rodrick's bed was, I started to hear muttering. I sat up and slowed my breathing down so I could listen. Because I was curious. Not because I was TRYING to be a creep.

"Flor…." I heard him say, however, I was unsure if he was away or asleep

"Rodrick?" I whispered. No response. He was obviously sleep-talking, which was bizarre, given he had never done it before at all. This did nothing but increase my curiosity.

"Flor… don't go….come back" He muttered and rolled over. My heart started pounding, and I crept out of bed, closer to the stairs that lead to his bed. I felt horrendously creepy, but I was sleep deprived enough to let my lack of conscience for the time being take over.

"I… you" He whispered so quietly, I almost missed it. If my heart didn't slow down soon, it would burst out of my chest.

But it wasn't like he actually was saying that to me. He was just dreaming. It didn't mean he was actually in love with me. I mean, that's just ridiculous. He couldn't know me well enough to love, could he?

I quietly climbed up the little stairs and knelt next to Rodrick's bed. He kept turning and muttering things that made no sense. I felt a little frightened to climb up them, starting to recognise the bizarreness of the whole situation.

Summoning my courage and taking a deep breathe in, I poked him in the shoulder. He rolled over again. "Rodrick!" I whisper-shouted at him. I punched his shoulder and he groaned

"What the hell? Florence, is that you?" He grumbled and rubbed his eyes. He stifled a yawn

"Uh, yeah, you were talking in your sleep" He stiffens and looks slightly alarmed

"What was I talking about?" He asks me, slow and seriously

"Oh, nothing really, probably something about drums or cheesecake" The lie sounded completely unbelievable. Oh God, he was going to realise I was lying and question me! I started to consider a back-up plan-

"Oh, weird, because I was definitely NOT dreaming about cheesecake" he mutters quietly. While thankful he was sleepy enough to believe what I said, I was also distracted by the fact that he knew what he was dreaming about. And it seemed likely it was me. Just like I dreamed about him.

This sounds very, very cliché

It's so cheesy, I feel like throwing up.

"If you don't mind, Flor, I'm going to sleep" and with that he flops back onto the pillow and goes to sleep almost immediately. I envy him for it

I got back to my bed, with my head echoing with too many thoughts.

Hopefully, I'll sleep easily.


"Flor! Florence! Get the hell out of bed!" was the next thing I heard. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to find Rodrick leaning over my bed. Once again, personal space has been invaded. Not that I mind. His face is only inches from mine. He suddenly pulls back and looks rather ill at ease.

"What time is it?" I say, tiredly

"It's ten to eight, get ready or we'll be late and I'll get grounded" He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me with a frustrated expression

"OK, OK, keep your panties on" I muttered, jumping out of bed and starting to pull up my suitcase. Rodrick walked up the ladder to his room and I heard him swear under his breath as he walked up the stairs.

I rushed to the bathroom, got out my toiletries bag and had a quick shower. As I got out of the shower, I came to the soul crushing conclusion I had either a) forgotten my underwear or b) dropped it somewhere in the house. It came down to a quick decision- go underwearless or brave the stairs and run and get them.

"Damn it" I cursed and slapped my forehead. I wrapped a towel around me, praying I wouldn't run into anyone. However, luck was definitely not on my side as Rodrick stood face-to-face with me at the top of the basement stairs. Where my underwear had just been picked up by Rodrick. It got worse: they were my most humiliating pair, bought as a joke from Bliss- sheer while with sparkly red writing proclaiming 'I heart rich boys'

"I think you dropped something. Rich boys, huh?" he looked sheepish at first, but then smirked like he was trying to hold back a laugh

"Uh, yeah, thanks" and with that I grabbed the panties, and rushed back to the bathroom. I looked at the clock. I only had about six minutes, so I quickly got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair and slipped on my ballet flats

"I got your lunch" Rodrick held out my bag to me. I grabbed it, with a thankful nod and ran down towards Rodrick's van.

"This has been a sufficiently awkward start to the day" I said, after what felt like a million blocks of silence (when in reality it was only, like, five)

"Yeah, thanks to this morning, I'm now imagining the other soul-destroying things written on your underwear"

"You're thinking about my underwear?" I raised my eyebrows at him and this time it was his turn turn a delightful shade of beetroot. Except it was a lot more endearing when it happened to him

"Well, now I'm thinking about you and underwear combined"

"You're digging yourself a hole"

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "Why rich boys though? Do boys have to specifically be rich to be with you?" he said, half-jokingly. I heard a serious undertone to his voice however, which was bizarre. Like he felt personally victimised by my underwear

"They were a joke gift. I like to think I'm pretty accepting of any boy, providing they aren't a pervert/ stalker"

I swear I heard him say "I'm not a pervert" underneath his breath, but I could have been imagining it.

We sat in silence for a little bit longer, until we pulled up in front of the school. I was glad to see that I wasn't late at all, not matter all the rushing I did. I could have put on make-up but no matter. I only wore a tiny bit anyway.

"You rushed me!" I exclaimed dramatically and punched Rodrick lightly in the shoulder

"Well, if you took as long as you usually do in the bathroom, we wouldn't be at school til lunch"

"You're so funny" I said, sarcastically

"I like to think so. Funnier than novelty underwear, anyway"

A/N: Sorry, this chapter's been a bit blah. I'll try to make the next one better!