"Willow, wake up."

"No," I groan, clutching to my blanket. Leave me alone. 

"Willow... air," someone really close gasps and I frown, opening my eyes. Dane's face is almost in mine and I back away a little, but not too much.

I realize I wasn't clutching my blanket, but his shirt and loosen it. He smiles at me. "Did you sleep good?" he asks and I nod, smiling. I notice he's laying on his back again and frown. He frowns too.

"I don't like that frown,"he says, rubbing his finger between my brows and I giggle. "You're laying on your back again," I say and he smiles. I trace his jawline with my finger and his eyes close.

"Yeah, I kinda liked it. It wasn't bad," he chuckles. I smile and snuggle into his chest. It feels safe here.

I feel him shift a little, but then he wraps his arms around me again. I smile again. "Can I read that book of yours today?" he asks and I nod against his chest. He smells nice.

"Are you sniffing me?" he asks and my eyes widen. How did he see that? "I, no," I stutter and he chuckles. I shift my head and place my chin on his chest, so I'm looking at him. He looks down at me.

"Did you sleep good?" I ask and he smiles. "Better than I ever did," he says and looks away. I frown. I'm still tracing his jawline.

I look at him questioningly, and he sighs. "I... Don't tell anyone, okay? Not even Jack," he asks me, and I nod, excited I'm about to know something even his best friend doesn't know.

"You trust me?" I ask, surprised and he smiles.

"I do, even if it's not very smart," he says and I slump a little. I shouldn't have done that. "Don't feel bad, I like your smile," he tells me and I smile for him. "There you go," he smiles.

Then he sighs again. "So, I don't sleep very well. Never, actually. I'm always restless and wake up almost every hour... and tonight, that didn't happen," he confesses, not looking at me.

I tap his nose and his eyes snap to me, confused. "First of all, thank you for trusting me. Second, I didn't notice anything yesterday. And third, is it because of me you slept good?"

He smiles at me, I think he's glad I don't laugh at him. 

"I.. stayed awake all night yesterday, so you didn't notice. And yes, it's because of you." His arms tighten around me after his confession, and I melt against him. Why is he so sweet now?

"Let's go to school, huh?" I smile and get up, causing him to whine. "No! Your body fits perfectly in my arms!"

I giggle and leave his room, hearing him shout things after me, but I don't listen.

***************

An hour later, we're in class as the principal comes in. "Y'all, I have some news. And you're gonna love it," he announces and I smile at Dane. He scoffs. "Right..."

I punch him. "A little more enthusiastic! Maybe we won't have exams or so," I tell him and he puts on the most fake smile I've ever seen. "Yey!" he says, not very convincingly. I giggle and look back at the principal.

"We're going to Paris! Not next week, but the week after that, we'll go to Paris!" Everyone starts yelling and laughing, and Dane punches me now. "Paris! We're going to fucking Paris!" he shouts and smiles. 

I giggle. "No shit," I say and roll my eyes. His eyes widen and his movements stop. "You knew about this?" he asks and I nod. "I helped them to choose. They wanted to go to Brussels, so thank me," I giggle and his jaw drops.

"They asked you to choose for the senior trip?" he yells and I giggle. "That's what I'm telling you, yes." He shakes his head in disbelief. "Brussels..." he mutters.

"I know, right? So I said, 'ain't gonna happen. What about Paris?' and they decided to do that," I tell him and his eyes widen again. "You stood up against the teachers? I don't know who you are anymore!"

I roll my eyes. "Come on, it's not that hard to believe," I shrug and he cocks an eyebrow. "Oh really? You've never been late to class, before you walked with me, obviously. And you're always so strict with your assignments. Not that it's bad, no, it's good. I'm not saying you have to change that, I'm just saying it's pretty unbelievable you stood up against teachers," he explains and I shrug again.

"You're going to Paris because of me," I grin and he smiles. "The hell I do. When we're in Paris, I'll pay you a souvenir," he says and I smile. "I'll hold you to that."

He nods and eyes my backpack. "Oh, right! Here you go," I say and give him the book. I feel a little empty without it, but I'm sure he'll give it back.

"Now, I have a few rules. I normally never exchange books, so be careful. I'll never trust you again if you rip this one too, okay?" I warn and he rolls his eyes. "I mean, one book is enough. And I spent hours to tab these, I'm not ripping my own work," he shrugs.

"So, rule one, no ripping. Rule two, no coffee or else in it. Ugh, I swear, if that happens! Rule three, be careful with the spine! Don't break it! And rule four, take care of it and treat it like it' your controller or something."

He nods and leafs through the book. I cringe. "No! Careful! The spine," I groan and snap it out of his hands. He narrows his eyes and shows me his hand, gesturing I have to give it back.

"Only if you're really careful," I beg him and he nods. I sigh and give it back. He looks happy with himself and puts it away in his backpack. 

"I'll read it tonight," he says and I nod. I can't wait to hear his theories.