I woke up to a pillow.

More specifically, it hit me in the face and I didn't even have to look to know who it was.

"Christen, I will turn you into a pillow if you do that again," I mumbled, turning over. I heard him chuckle before he hit me with the pillow. Again.

I opened my eyes and turned around, death glaring the boy who was grinning. We were both sprawled out on the mountain of pillows, blankets covering us. It's like when you were little and you would have sleepovers with the neighbours kids or something.

"Do you want to die?" I asked. His grin immediately dropped...