[OPEN] look at me now.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler walked back with an extra blanket, and realized she was asleep. He draped it carefully over her, then walked over to the window, opening it a crack to let in the cool air instead of turning on the air conditioning. He made his way back to his room, opening his window a bit before he climbed into bed. He laid on one end, tucking his arm under the pillow. He was soon sound asleep, laying on his stomach with the blankets at his feet.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan stirred faintly, a brief smile passing her lips in sleep. She nestled into the blanket, but didn't wake. She'd been up most the night trafficing kids that had died in a bus crash a town over.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler slept soundly until he heard a door close loudly, and reached instinctively under his pillow. He had become a light sleeper from his time overseas, never got any real rest. He walked out of the room, his pajamas low on his hips. He realized the door was closed and guessed the wind must have blown his door closed, which was what he had heard. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and made his way back to his room, a yawn passing his lips. He propped the door open with a shoe so it wouldn't slam closed, and climbed into bed.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan stirred at the sound, stretching and peering at Chandler through slitted eyes before he headed for his room again. She curled back up, flipping off the TV, and was soon asleep again.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler finished off half of his water before he sat it the night stand. He layed down in the bed, closing his eyes. He tried to remember the last seven years, tried to remember everything he couldn't remember. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. He finally fell asleep again, thinking of that boy back at the coffee shop that Devan had seemed so fond of, not understanding he jealously in the pit of his stomach.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan stirred some time later, not sure exactly what time it was. She kept her eyes closed, drifting. But her nightmares wouldn't leave her be. Too many ghosts. Literally. Can got up, and despite her age wandered twards Chandler's room, unsure. She hated to ask, but it was the only way she was going to get any sleep, knocked gently on the doorframe and bit her lip. "Can I sleep with you?"

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler looked up when she spoke as if he hadn't even been asleep. He nodded, moving over in the bed. He kicked the blankets her way, turning over onto his side. He faced the wall, listening to the wind coming through the window. He closed his eyes again, tucking his arm under the pillow. He thought there should be a gun there, but there wasn't. He yawned, looking over at the clock sleepily. "Just don't snore.." He mumbled.

[devan engelica davenport]

"Thank you..." She breathed. "I won't." She crawled in on the other side, sliding beneath the blankets, and turned over, curling up again as she closed her eyes. Her heartrate slowed, and she relaxed back into sleep once again.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler soon fell asleep when he was convinced she was already asleep. He tried to stay on his side of the bed, not wanting his brother to get any ideas if he walked in. The last thing he needed was his kid brother teasing him for sleeping in the same bed with his friend. Especially Devan. He turned over onto his back, drawing his knee up as he slipped further into sleep, his arm under the pillow.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan barely stirred again until a door opened and closed softly. She yawned, peering at the clock. It was eight at night. She groaned softly, burying her face against the nearest place she could, which happened to be Chandler's shoulder, a soft breath passing her lips.