Clenching her eyes together, she mentally willed herself to keep them closed. She could still feel the chill in the air, knew the sun hadn’t woken up yet. Moaning, she rolled over in bed.
Something pressed into her cheek, pushing her face to the side. “Psst.”
“No,” She groaned, the word pulled out and dragging.
“Sparrow.” He sang her name.
They had been up late last night, drinking despite the two of them being under age. They had been invited to a house party to celebrate the first weekend of summer, and they had gone because there had been nothing else to do.
Harrison King and Sparrow Wilde were heavily spoken about at their highschool. They were the kind of kids that were mysterious, they had the kind of money the cool kids had, but never hung out with that crowd. Usually they spent all their time together.
Brianna Ferguson had invited Harrison hoping having him there, out of school and drinking would give her the opening she had always wanted. Unfortunately for her, inviting Harrison meant she was inviting Sparrow.
She had hung off him most of the night, breathing her hot, alcohol coated breath in his face as she giggled without reason. Harrison had kept his eyes on Sparrow, as she laughed at him and the position he had gotten himself into. She had socialized as much as she could tolerate before she hid in the garage by herself and sang songs from musicals.
A few hours and cheap wine coolers later, Harrison had pried himself out of Brianna’s grasp and found her in there. They stumbled home together, singing and making the most of the night.
It felt like she had barely had the chance to fall completely to sleep before she felt the bed sink beside her, the familiar poking and Harrison’s trying to get her to wake up. “Sparrow.”
“I can’t sleep.”
She swatted his hand away when he pressed a finger to her face again. “So come and watch a movie withe me.”
“I don’t want to watch a movie.” She told him. “I want to sleep.”
“I will make you come waffles. Waffles with whip cream on top…” Harrison rested his open palm on her forehead and kept it there.
It was such an odd thing, feeling the weight of his hand on her forehead that she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. “Ugh, alright.” She held her hands straight up.
Walking over to the other side of the bed, Harrison scooped her up and carried her down the hall towards the living room. Carefully placing her down on the couch, he tossed a blanket on her before slowly trudging over to the kitchen. “Alright.” He groaned, stretching his arms over his head. “Now I have to make waffles.”
Pushing the blanket off her head, Sparrow crawled over to the other side of the L shaped couch so she could see him in the kitchen. “So, anything interesting happen with Brianna? She was all over you.”
Harrison groaned again. “I felt like a mouse stuck in one of those sticky traps. No matter how I tried to squirm feel, she just held on tighter and tighter.” I heard him pull the waffle iron out from under the counter and curse under his breath as something fell. “What do you think of Brianna?”
If she were being completely honest with herself, she hadn’t thought about Brianna Ferguson much at all. The very first time she had really thought about her was when they had been invited to this party and she had wondered whether a party thrown by Brianna was the kind she wanted to go to.
She had noticed Brianna on occasion. Brianna was the kind of girl who was always the centre of attention, by her design. She made sure all eyes were on her. It was for that very reason that Sparrow didn’t pay her much attention, she already had more than her share.
As a person, Sparrow couldn’t be sure. Vincent always told her that when she was trying to sum up someone’s character, always go with she should always go with her gut. If she went on her gut feeling alone, she would say Brianna was the kind of girl who could have any guy she wanted, and she wanted Harrison because she liked the number on the price tag attached to him. She knew his worth, and she wanted a guy that was worth as much or even half as much as Harrison King was.
So many of the girls at their school cozied up to her with the same intentions in mind. She was the little oddball that sung to herself while she walked down the halls, but she was also the little oddball that got Harrison to sing along with her. That meant that she was also worth something.
“As what?” She asked him.
Turning, he looked over at her. “As a person. What do you think she wants with me?”
“Besides the usual raging hormones stuff?” Sparrow wondered if she should talk poorly about someone she barely even knew. Then she reminded herself that if she didn’t Harrison may end up with that little leech attached to him. Sighing, she still found herself wondering after all this time if it was her place to have an opinion. “I don’t know Harry. Do you like her?”
Of all the people in Harrison’s life, she was the only one allowed to call him Harry. “I don’t like her, but she seems okay.” He poured the batter into the waffle iron and her stomach growled as she heard it sizzling. “She’s pretty, not stupid and she is ambitious.”
Ambitious was right, Sparrow thought. In the couple of years they had known Brianna Ferguson she had only dated the kind of guys that could afford to keep her living lavishly. To be fair, there were a lot of wealthy students at their school, but she always seemed to go right up to the top shelf.
Shaking his head, he looked at Sparrow. “You don’t like her.”
“Why does that matter?” She wondered.
Harrison just looked at her. “At this point in my life, there is no one who’s opinion matters more to me than yours. You are my best friend Sparrow, I would never want to do anything to upset you.”
His words hit her like a slap to the face. “Harrison, you could date whoever you wanted. That would never upset me. I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy when I am with you. Harrison and Sparrow. Do we really need anything else?” He grinned at her. It was the grin he gave her when he was trying to turn her into complete mush and get her to admit to him how important he was to her.
“That’s more than enough for me.” She cleared her throat, trying to rid it of the lump growing there. Harrison and Vincent King were her family, and it scared her to know they weren’t really hers. Any day now they could wake up and decide they had put in enough time, given enough effort. Her own family hadn’t cared enough to really hold onto her, why would anyone else?
It had been seven years since Vincent had taken her from her townhouse she had lived in with her mother. That didn’t mean anything was set in stone. Her father had been in her life just as long before he decided it was a life he never wanted. The same could happen here, she reminded herself.
Harrison sunk down beside her, rubbing her thigh before pressing a wet kiss to her cheek. “Your pancakes, my lady. And since I woke you up, you can pick the movie.”
Sparrow smiled. “You spoil me.”