EASTON

As soon as I close the door behind Wells and make sure he can’t see me through any of the windows I collapse to the floor. Since I woke up I haven't been able to stop thinking about what he did last night. I mean he came all the way to my cabin just because I, of all people, needed help from him. And stayed the whole night because I asked him too. He even simply picked up the phone after the amount of times I’ve called him and rambled off stupid shit until I hung up without giving him a chance to respond. 

But out of everything I couldn't get out of my head, the thing I haven't stopped thinking about is what he did when I couldn’t fall asleep. And then he just fell asleep. The fuck. He does that and wouldn’t let go of me even as he slept until I finally got out of his hug. To try to get back I stole all the blankets, including the one he was using and wrapped myself with all of them. 

An action I do every night, but still.

“Damn it, why is he so cute?” I grumble into my hands and I bring my head to my knees. 

He didn’t realize that I was actually up before him for a while but didn’t move. I was just staring at him. Thinking about how handsome he is. I’m assuming he moves a lot in his sleep because he had one leg off of the bed and had somehow hit his pillow down near his foot, his arms were stretched above his head. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the sight. 

That's when he started to wake up so I pretended to be asleep still. He takes one look at me and starts to laugh. I assume he grabbed his phone because the next thing I hear is the noise of a camera. He freezes probably thinking he woke me up, but I wanted to see, or hear, what he would do until I woke up. 

After he put his phone away he just stared at me. 

Do I really look that crazy wrapped in all the blankets that he's just going to stare?

I let this go on for a good five minutes before I gave up trying to hide it. “How long are you going to stare at me?” I mumbled as I started to push myself up to my headboard. I couldn’t help but smile as he froze, realizing I knew he’d been staring at me. “How long have you been awake?” Well asked with a bit of fear in his-

Okay! That's enough thinking about this.

I got up and turned on my country playlist. I know it's not the most popular music but it reminds me of my dad because he'd always listen to it. I head to the kitchen to clean up the dishes I used for our breakfast.

I like to keep my place clean. The twins think it's how I deal with anxiety but I've always liked to keep stuff clean. I start opening up windows around the cabin to air it out a little bit so it's not as stuffy. As I finish up doing that, Paxton walks through my back door. 

“You know, I'd appreciate it if you'd knock when you come over so I know you’re going to be here.” I warned him. The twins are always doing this. There has been more than one incident where they get punched by me because they don’t knock and just walk in. 

“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to check if you're alright. It was a little worrying when I got a call from Flora telling me to wait outside your cabin to let Wells in when he got there in the middle of the night.” He pointed out. Him and Porter always worry about me because they know what happened when I was younger. I understand that and am thankful for it but sometimes they do take it to the extremes to make sure I'm okay when I'm alone. Like one time, I was spending the night at their cabin and they refused to leave me alone to sleep on the sofa because they didn’t want me to panic. 

“I know, okay? I panicked last night once I got back here and tried to call Rowyn because she knows how to help me, even over the phone. But I called Wells instead and he came over right away, without asking questions.” I explained trying to show that I was alright now.

“Did he have any clue how to help you though? I mean he’s probably never done this before.” Paxton retorted. Paxton doesn’t really like Wells that much. So he doesn’t trust him to do anything outside of our normal fighting.

I sigh before explaining to him that Well did actually help me, whether he believed it or not.“He actually helped, a lot more than I expected. He probably found me passed out, but woke me up without scaring me too much and was able to get me to calm down enough to get changed because I was apparently really sweaty. He also brought me water. And he didn’t leave my side till this morning. So I'd say he had a pretty good idea of how to help me. Now Paxton I’m working on cleaning so if you could please leave and I’ll come over later to eat with you and Porter.” I challenged, before lightly pushing him out of my cabin and making sure I locked the door when I closed it.

Why was Well so good at helping me though?