Austin’s POV-
I walked back into my bedroom, seeing that Pandora had closed her eyes and was now softly sleeping. I leaned in the doorway and watched her, smiling. Her pale skin almost looked like paper underneath the dim yellow lighting in my room. I turned around and softly shut the door, making my way down the hall and to the stairs so I could sleep on the couch.
“Austin?” Pandora’s soft voice came from my bedroom. I turned around and poked my head in to see she was now sitting up. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, I just thought you were sleeping, so I was gonna go to bed.”
“No,” she smiled, “Just waiting for you to get back.”
“Do you still want me in here?” she nodded, blushing a bit. I walked in and sat down on the bed as she did something I didn’t expect. She wrapped her arms around mine and pulled herself closer to me, snuggling into my bare skin, closing her eyes.
“You’re so warm,” she muttered. I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She smelled of flowers and coconuts. “Austin?”
“Hm?” She opened her eyes and looked up to me, her lashes spreading out against her brow bone.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you and accusing you of being a typical Rockstar.”
“I don’t blame you. Obviously if you’ve met Ronnie, you’re going to have a warped mindset about guys in bands.”
“Well, not really. I know Oliver quite well and he’s not like Ronnie at all. I just figured, maybe you were like all the others.”
“I’m glad you took the time to learn that I’m not,” I smiled. She kept her eyes on me for a minute, hesitating to do anything else, as if she was contemplating something. She laid her head back down and let out her breath, staying quiet for a minute or two.
“You’re like a giant, sweet, good smelling teddy bear,” she whispered, falling into sleep. I grinned down at her, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with her, as she was already in a dreamy state.

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I laid with Pandora for the next three hours, listening to her softly snore while I watched Catfish. At some points during commercials, I’d mute them and look down at her. She stayed in the same spot on my arm, not letting go. I gently tucked her soft black hair behind her ear to prevent it from falling on her face. She’d probably find me creepy for watching her sleep, but she mesmerized me. I noticed how sometimes she softly hiccupped after she stopped snoring. Throughout the night I also took note of a few scars that rose from her arms and face. They were so small: I’d never noticed them before. I wondered how she got them. It saddened me when I thought about what Hannah and Oli said about her dad. They were all probably from him. I felt my eyelids get heavy, as I rest my head on top of Pandora’s. This night had definitely gone better than the first.

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