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Don't look in the rear view What's behind us is dead And I don't know what's ahead Just put your hand in mine, And keep your eyes on me Keep your eyes on me
We will fly down this road and Never look back Never planning ahead I just need your hand in mine and your eyes on me Just keep your eyes on me
There may be twists and turns, Cause to be wary, New burdens we must carry But I know I don't need to worry If your hand is in mine And your eyes are on me
Spoons | Kyle and Beth
"You were snoring."
Kyle squinted, a hand instinctively freeing itself of the sheets and moving to cover the fingers that were draped over his stomach. "Huh?" he mumbled, shifting back a bit to try and half-sit up on the pillows. He could barely open his eyes, but he could just make out her face: just two eyes sparkling and a set of white teeth, laughing softly at him.
"You were snoring," she repeated, her head tilting as she sat above him.
'I don't snore," he said, his voice all gravely with exhaustion. The sun wasn't even up yet, and he felt as messy and un-put together as he surely looked. He wanted to be frustrated with her, waking him up and beaming down at him, so damn cute in her baggy t-shirt and gym shorts. She had no right to look so simultaneously messy and adorable. Cheeky punk.
"Yeah? Must've been the other one-armed guy sleeping with us."
"You're funny," Kyle grunted, smiling despite all attempts at scowling. He rolled over, pulling the sheets tighter around himself as he turned her back to her.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" he heard her saying, the chuckle in her voice completely unmistakable as her hand found the back of his head and 'apologetically' scratched there in that way he loved. He could almost have purred. Actually, he couldn't be completely sure that he wasn't purring. She did that for a while, obviously knowing how weak it made him. Then, she was back under the covers, an arm draped over his waist, her body against his.
"Hey," he grumbled, "We talked about this. I'm the big spoon."
"Sure, you are. Because you're such a manly man."
"Hell, yeah, I am." And then he was chuckling, this bizarre 2-o-clock in the morning silent chuckle where his face twisted into this aching grin and his body was shaking, but no sound came out. His body, just bouncing, like he was in stitches over some ridiculously hysterical joke.
"Are you vibrating?"
That only made him mute-laugh harder.
"Oh my God, you're vibrating. Weirdo."
He was in full-on, loopy-sleepover mode by this point. His silent laugh was progressing into some bizarre squeaking noise, and he was pulling the sheets over his head and curling himself up. He could hear Beth laughing behind him, and that got him going even harder, and he emerged from the sheets and rolled onto his back, sitting up because this was simply too much to bear any longer.
She shifted, her blonde head coming to rest on his chest, where she might could feel his heart beat if he wasn't still shaking, and she wrapped an arm around his midsection, and he put his arm around her, and they both just lay there laughing like a pair of idiots because, well, that's kind of what they were.
"What are we even laughing about?" Kyle asked when he could breathe again.
"You being a manly man."
"Oh, right. Fucking classic."
