240 Glee Main St. (10/13)
Title: 240 Glee Main St. (10/13)
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 3090
POV: Quinn
A/N: Sorry this too me longer then normally. But I made it longer, so yay! I wasn't planing on tackling the whole parents thing, but I decided that it would be a better plot then hat I had in mind before.
A/NII: This is not about this fic, but other I'm working on at the moment. I'm looking for someone that's interested in being a beta. I didn't have one for this fic, and I realize it gets confusing sometimes. it is a Faberry Crossover/FutureFic/AU (yep, all three together.) Message me if you are interested =)
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Me and Rachel are at my room. My mom had send us there after dinner was done so the 'adults could talk' or something like that. We got to my room, Rachel politely thanked me for dinner, and we have been silent ever since.
That was ten minutes ago. She didn't show any sign of wanting to talk, and I respected her. It was obviously not because I didn't have anything to say. Obviously.
I move from where I was standing awkwardly and go to the window. The silence is heavy, but I feel better standing close to fresh air. It's less suffocating. I feel a tear fall down my cheek. I don't even remember starting to cry. Or why. Sure, there are plenty of reasons I could think of. But none seem to justify why I started suddenly crying. I was normally stronger when it came to controlling emotions.
I clean the tear from my face, feeling lucky I was turned to the window, away from Rachel. I turn around, keeping my emotions in check.
"My parents are coming to visit me." I say with a quiet voice, so quiet I think she doesn't even listen. I look at her and I see shock, showing that she heard me.
I can see her thinking about what I just said.
"How do you feel about that?"
"How do you think? I got drunk yesterday and forgot what I did. Just like my parents did all the fucking time. And now seeing them? I'm great. Don't you see how happy I am?" I say, trying to not sound as angry as I was.
I see sympathy in her eyes.
I feel a hand in my shoulder, giving me a side hug. She moved so fast I didn't even notice it she was there. My skin is burning where her body touches mine, my heart beat fast. Just as fast as she comes, she goes away, and she is sitting by my desk again, looking down. The awkwardness is gone for a moment, but then it comes back stronger then before.
She looks up, an intense look in her eyes. It's a little scary.
"Why is he coming, if you don't mind me asking?" She says with a hard voice. I swear I don't ever want to be on her bad side.
Oh, wait I'm there already.
"Wants me back. Because after almost killing me, I would go running to his arms." I say annoyingly. She looks at me with a mix of pity and sympathy. I would be alright if it was just the later. But I wasn't okay with pity.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't need your pity." I snap. I realize the stupidity of this instantly. So much for trying and getting things okay between us.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to snap at you." I say looking down, sadness in my voice. I can't screw this up again.
"Hey." She says with a voice that made my insides churn with joy. She came closer, and with her hands, she lifts my chin. I look at anywhere but at her eyes. "It's okay. I might not know how it feels for you right now, but I am aware of the pain it must bring you. I don't expect you to be able to control your emotions, because you are in a vulnerable position. Quinn?"
"Huh?" I say, still not looking at her. Her hand is caressing my face, and I wonder if the girl realize what she is doing. I mean, we don't have intimacy for that.
Not that I'm complaining.
I feel goosebumps with her touch.
"Look at me."
I do, and I feel warmth from her look. The pity is gone, and I see something else there. We stare each other for what feels like forever, neither of us moving. Just staying like that make me feel better then I ever felt with Finn.
I give her a small smile.
"If you are still up for the brownies, you should come over Saturday." I say quietly. I feel like if I talk loud, the whole moment will break, so vulnerable the situation is.
She gives me a small smile and a nod.
"You should call Brittany and Santana too." She says, now distancing herself from me and coming back to the place she was sitting before.
"I doubt they will be any help."
"You obviously need friends right now. I mean, I could give you enough support, but you know them for longer. I would expect you to want their company more over me."
"They don't know." I whisper, looking down.
"What?"
"They don't know about my birth parents." I say a little louder, looking up to see the way she reacts.
It's obvious she is confused, I can tell that much.
"But you said everybody did..."
"Well, I lied." I say, raising my voice a little, but not exactly screaming.
"Why?"
"Because I did. I had a bad day and I'm not in the mood of talking anymore." I say, trying to escape this talk. I realize it wasn't a very nice thing to say, and I sound like a whining child, but whatever. Being around her makes me lose control of my emotions, and I don't like that.
"Alright. I should leave." She says, and leaves before I have the chance to say anything.
I sigh, and throw myself at my bed. As expected, there was no sleeping for me tonight, just thinking, thinking, thinking. By the time my body was too exhausted to think, and I had something resembling sleep, it was 9 in the morning. I slept for a few hours, until the sun was shining too much for me to sleep, since I had not closed my window. During that nap, I had a dream, more like a scene, from my childhood. I was used to the dream.
My mother and father are at the living room. They are screaming at me to clean the house, that was a mess, bottles all around. The more I clean, the more bottles appear, enveloping me in a see of bottles and drowning me. But this time I had the help of a petite brunette with a radiant smile and a killer voice.
+
Later that day S and B came to visit me. They didn't know what was going on, and I was too exhausted to talk. They just kept me company while we watched some movies.
They fell asleep at the couch, cuddling together. They looked happy, and I felt a little bit of happiness inside me. I leave them there and go to the kitchen to make something to them and my mother. I really don't feel like eating, but that doesn't mean my mom needs to starve. Sure, she could order food, but I don't like my mom eating trash. She deserves a healthy meal.
I start singing songs, and get lost in my task at hand. Despite being really tired, it doesn't affect my ability, in fact I get energy from cooking.
So lost in my cooking, I didn't notice B and S coming in and sitting by the counter. I turn around, and there they are. They scare the hell out of me.
"Sorry Q." B says with a smile.
I smile back. My smile isn't big, nor do I really feel it, but I need to act okay if I want to escape questioning.
"Right, Q, what the hell is going on?"
Leave it to S to be the one that actually notices anything. If it was B, I could count with a little sympathy.
"I don't feel like talking."
"So we've noticed. You've barely said anything the whole day."
"I didn't sleep well."
I see S smirking.
"Thinking about your the small brunette?"
"Sort of." I say quietly.
"Come on, we are your best friends. Quit the act."
"The food is ready. I'm going to go to bed." I say. I leave no room for anymore questions and I make it clear that I don't want company.
+
I had lost any hopes she might show up Saturday. I didn't try to contact her or anything. She didn't show up.
My mom was going crazy, because I was starving myself. Sleep was little, and it showed in my face. I had big bags under my eyes. I knew this was not the solution to my problems, but I didn't want to see the assholes that ruined my childhood. The assholes that haunt me every night, sleep or no sleep.
My mom tried to drag me to see my therapist, but I wouldn't leave. S and B tried to save me, even brought the whole gang, and they sang to me and all. Finn came to apologize, assuming he was the reason I was like that. I just ignored everybody.
She doesn't show up until the next week. When she shows up, knocking on my door softly, I feel ashamed for doing this to myself. I should know better then to let them dictate my actions. She approaches me slowly. My room is fairly dark, since my blinds are down, but I can see where she is.
"Hey." She says softly. I grumble, not really trying to say anything.
"You promised me brownies, and I'm here. Now get out of bed and go make them. I will have you know I expect people to comply to what they say. And if they don't, I force them. So come on."
She says while lifting my covers, and pulling me by my arm. I'm wearing nothing but my underwear. I'm glad I that I had something on. I grumble some more and try to retrieve the covers, but she is not having any of it. She makes me sit at my bed, grabs a short and a tank top from my a drawer, as well as underwear, and throws it at me.
"Go take a shower. This room is like a greenhouse, and it's smelling awfully. You smell awful. Go clean up, I don't want you touching my food like that."
I just stare at her. In the darkness of the room, her face has a shadow. It makes her even more beautiful then she actually is. She is mad, and I feel the anger pouring from her. I feel things down my stomach.
"NOW!" she screams, and I jump from bed, both because she scared the hell out of me, and so I could leave.
The shower feels heavenly, almost as if I was washing all the mourning I've been doing. I'm not really sure how I feel about her showing up, but her determination makes my breathing hitched.
I take longer then normal. I apparently get her worried, because she is knocking at my door.
"Hey, you okay?" I hear a very low voice, muffled by the shower and the door.
"Yeah, almost done." I scream.
I feel refreshed by the time I'm done. I go to my room, and the windows are open, fresh air coming in. I can see she changed my sheets, and organized my whole room. It's cleaner then I have ever seen it.
"How long have I been in there?" I ask, pointing at the bathroom, using a towel to dry my hair.
"About 2 hours."
"Wow. I didn't even notice." I notice my voice feels weird to me, sounds kind of rough, after not talking all these days. She brings me a cup of water, and I realize how thirsty I really am. I drain the cup in seconds.
"Let's go downstairs, and I will make you something."
"I'm not hungry." I whine, like a little child.
"No, you're not hungry. You are starving. Now stop complaining, before I have to use my convincing methods."
I wiggle my eyebrows at her, a smirk taking place soon after.
She rolls her eyes, and drags me out of my room, into the kitchen.
"Now sit down, while I see if there is something decent."
"No, I..."
"I said sit. Down." She said looking at me intensely. Who was I to deny her?
She grabs a TV dinner, and I scrunch my face in disgust. She notices it.
"Don't complain. Since your little emo shit, you're mother had to feed herself. It's only fair you eat what she have been eating for a week. Besides, there isn't anything else in the fridge."
After the dinner is done, she pretty much throws it at me, with a fork.
"Seems like you don't have anything for brownies. Or anything besides beer, for that matter. I'm going after your mother. Gonna tell her that the phoenix finally rose from the ashes."
She leaves me. I eat slowly, getting used to the taste. It's worse then cardboard, and I feel nauseous. But I eat. Enough is enough. And I've taken enough of Rachel's wrath. She might look hot when she's like that, but I'm just too tired to deal with it.
I hear her going into the music room, and hear them talking, although I can't hear what they are saying. Soon my mom and her make their way to the kitchen. I can she worry written all over my mother's face.
"Hey, sweetie."
I give her a fake smile. I really try to make it real, but I just don't have energy for that.
"Rachel here said you are back up. And that you are going to cook us a fabulous dinner."
I can see both of them smirking, and I feel like they are planing something. I look at them a little worried, and nod.
"I'm going to buy food. You two have fun. Rachel, don't let her leave the house."
Mom turns to me and gives me a wink.
After mom leaves, she sits by my side.
"So how was that?"
"I think the sandwich under my bed would have tasted better." I say with a grunt.
She wrinkles her nose.
"That think was about to start a family down there, kids, dog, kitten and all." She says with disgust. "I don't know how you can live like that. It very unhealthy to have mold in you room. You could get infected with diseases. And living in your room like that, I bet you have acquired something. How long has that sandwich been there anyway? Your mom said you weren't eating. I can only imagine how old it was."
I just look at her. Because, seriously, what can I say to that?
"Can you start forming sentences now? Have you lost your voice? I have once seen a movie that a girl lost her voice after going through a traumatic situation. It would make sense if you had. If you have, I am willing to help you recuperate you talking ability. I am well skilled in the area." The she looked at me thoughtfully. "But I guess I must be mistaken. Despite rough, you did speak a word or two earlier. I believe we have do to something about the disuse of your voice. You need to..."
"Hear you talk forever until I shoot myself in the ears so I don't have to hear you anymore?"
She looked hurt for a moment. But just for a moment.
"I apologize for my long speech. But I don't like things to be silent, and you are proving to be a very quiet being."
"Didn't ask for your company." I'm starting to get a little annoyed. My head hurts, and her babbling is not helping.
"I'm afraid you did. You did invite me for brownies, didn't you?"
"Last week."
She rolls her eyes, and it's adorable. Makes me want to annoy her just to see her do that. But I'm not 13, so I won't to that. I shouldn't anyway.
"How do you know today is not the same week you asked. You haven't left your room."
"I haven't slept either. I know how long I've been awake."
She looked at me a little hesitant.
"What do you say we go to your room, put the most boring movie you own, and try to make you sleep?"
"I'm not a baby to be treated like that."
"Well, babies sleep at any movie, as long as they are tired. So it won't be like a baby at all."
"Whatever."
She grabs my arms and we go to my room. She put some movie one, one that I don't even remember I had.
We lay side by side in the bed, barely touching. By the middle of the movie I'm asleep, and I notice that I'm much closer to her, her touch lulling me to sleep.
+
I woke up feeling warm. I felt someone with me, playing with my hair. I opened my eyes. Seems like at some point we went for being close to cuddling. She was looking at the TV, not even realizing I was awake. I looked at what she was watching, and it was some news channel. I looked at the date, and it was Sunday night already.
I turn to her, her face standing out with the lights from the TV. I saw the colors change, and it was beautiful. I was mesmerized by that girl. I felt really good for the first time in a while. Having her enveloping me felt so comfortable, no wonder I slept more then a day. I take a deep breath. She doesn't move, but her hand at my hair stop, but don't move.
"I still want my brownies." She says seriously, her eyes not moving from the TV. Instead of answering her I just snuggle close to her.
"I mean it." She turns to me, her eyes soft. "I had to eat one of those TV dinners last night and today, because you were just passed out."
I leave her embrace, feeling the loss instantly.
"Then I better get to it." I say, yawning at the last part.
"Alright, lion. Do you mind if I go home and freshen up?"
I realize she is wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
"You didn't left?"
"No. You didn't let go of me. You were like one of those little toys that are made to grab stuff. Or a monkey. You mom had to bring me the food." She says, one of her beautiful and bright smiles in place.
"Thanks"
"Anytime. Now, the faster I go, the faster I will eat your brownies." She leaves the room, and I'm left in bed with a silly smile.
Thanks for reading!
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 3090
POV: Quinn
A/N: Sorry this too me longer then normally. But I made it longer, so yay! I wasn't planing on tackling the whole parents thing, but I decided that it would be a better plot then hat I had in mind before.
A/NII: This is not about this fic, but other I'm working on at the moment. I'm looking for someone that's interested in being a beta. I didn't have one for this fic, and I realize it gets confusing sometimes. it is a Faberry Crossover/FutureFic/AU (yep, all three together.) Message me if you are interested =)
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]
Me and Rachel are at my room. My mom had send us there after dinner was done so the 'adults could talk' or something like that. We got to my room, Rachel politely thanked me for dinner, and we have been silent ever since.
That was ten minutes ago. She didn't show any sign of wanting to talk, and I respected her. It was obviously not because I didn't have anything to say. Obviously.
I move from where I was standing awkwardly and go to the window. The silence is heavy, but I feel better standing close to fresh air. It's less suffocating. I feel a tear fall down my cheek. I don't even remember starting to cry. Or why. Sure, there are plenty of reasons I could think of. But none seem to justify why I started suddenly crying. I was normally stronger when it came to controlling emotions.
I clean the tear from my face, feeling lucky I was turned to the window, away from Rachel. I turn around, keeping my emotions in check.
"My parents are coming to visit me." I say with a quiet voice, so quiet I think she doesn't even listen. I look at her and I see shock, showing that she heard me.
I can see her thinking about what I just said.
"How do you feel about that?"
"How do you think? I got drunk yesterday and forgot what I did. Just like my parents did all the fucking time. And now seeing them? I'm great. Don't you see how happy I am?" I say, trying to not sound as angry as I was.
I see sympathy in her eyes.
I feel a hand in my shoulder, giving me a side hug. She moved so fast I didn't even notice it she was there. My skin is burning where her body touches mine, my heart beat fast. Just as fast as she comes, she goes away, and she is sitting by my desk again, looking down. The awkwardness is gone for a moment, but then it comes back stronger then before.
She looks up, an intense look in her eyes. It's a little scary.
"Why is he coming, if you don't mind me asking?" She says with a hard voice. I swear I don't ever want to be on her bad side.
Oh, wait I'm there already.
"Wants me back. Because after almost killing me, I would go running to his arms." I say annoyingly. She looks at me with a mix of pity and sympathy. I would be alright if it was just the later. But I wasn't okay with pity.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't need your pity." I snap. I realize the stupidity of this instantly. So much for trying and getting things okay between us.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to snap at you." I say looking down, sadness in my voice. I can't screw this up again.
"Hey." She says with a voice that made my insides churn with joy. She came closer, and with her hands, she lifts my chin. I look at anywhere but at her eyes. "It's okay. I might not know how it feels for you right now, but I am aware of the pain it must bring you. I don't expect you to be able to control your emotions, because you are in a vulnerable position. Quinn?"
"Huh?" I say, still not looking at her. Her hand is caressing my face, and I wonder if the girl realize what she is doing. I mean, we don't have intimacy for that.
Not that I'm complaining.
I feel goosebumps with her touch.
"Look at me."
I do, and I feel warmth from her look. The pity is gone, and I see something else there. We stare each other for what feels like forever, neither of us moving. Just staying like that make me feel better then I ever felt with Finn.
I give her a small smile.
"If you are still up for the brownies, you should come over Saturday." I say quietly. I feel like if I talk loud, the whole moment will break, so vulnerable the situation is.
She gives me a small smile and a nod.
"You should call Brittany and Santana too." She says, now distancing herself from me and coming back to the place she was sitting before.
"I doubt they will be any help."
"You obviously need friends right now. I mean, I could give you enough support, but you know them for longer. I would expect you to want their company more over me."
"They don't know." I whisper, looking down.
"What?"
"They don't know about my birth parents." I say a little louder, looking up to see the way she reacts.
It's obvious she is confused, I can tell that much.
"But you said everybody did..."
"Well, I lied." I say, raising my voice a little, but not exactly screaming.
"Why?"
"Because I did. I had a bad day and I'm not in the mood of talking anymore." I say, trying to escape this talk. I realize it wasn't a very nice thing to say, and I sound like a whining child, but whatever. Being around her makes me lose control of my emotions, and I don't like that.
"Alright. I should leave." She says, and leaves before I have the chance to say anything.
I sigh, and throw myself at my bed. As expected, there was no sleeping for me tonight, just thinking, thinking, thinking. By the time my body was too exhausted to think, and I had something resembling sleep, it was 9 in the morning. I slept for a few hours, until the sun was shining too much for me to sleep, since I had not closed my window. During that nap, I had a dream, more like a scene, from my childhood. I was used to the dream.
My mother and father are at the living room. They are screaming at me to clean the house, that was a mess, bottles all around. The more I clean, the more bottles appear, enveloping me in a see of bottles and drowning me. But this time I had the help of a petite brunette with a radiant smile and a killer voice.
+
Later that day S and B came to visit me. They didn't know what was going on, and I was too exhausted to talk. They just kept me company while we watched some movies.
They fell asleep at the couch, cuddling together. They looked happy, and I felt a little bit of happiness inside me. I leave them there and go to the kitchen to make something to them and my mother. I really don't feel like eating, but that doesn't mean my mom needs to starve. Sure, she could order food, but I don't like my mom eating trash. She deserves a healthy meal.
I start singing songs, and get lost in my task at hand. Despite being really tired, it doesn't affect my ability, in fact I get energy from cooking.
So lost in my cooking, I didn't notice B and S coming in and sitting by the counter. I turn around, and there they are. They scare the hell out of me.
"Sorry Q." B says with a smile.
I smile back. My smile isn't big, nor do I really feel it, but I need to act okay if I want to escape questioning.
"Right, Q, what the hell is going on?"
Leave it to S to be the one that actually notices anything. If it was B, I could count with a little sympathy.
"I don't feel like talking."
"So we've noticed. You've barely said anything the whole day."
"I didn't sleep well."
I see S smirking.
"Thinking about your the small brunette?"
"Sort of." I say quietly.
"Come on, we are your best friends. Quit the act."
"The food is ready. I'm going to go to bed." I say. I leave no room for anymore questions and I make it clear that I don't want company.
+
I had lost any hopes she might show up Saturday. I didn't try to contact her or anything. She didn't show up.
My mom was going crazy, because I was starving myself. Sleep was little, and it showed in my face. I had big bags under my eyes. I knew this was not the solution to my problems, but I didn't want to see the assholes that ruined my childhood. The assholes that haunt me every night, sleep or no sleep.
My mom tried to drag me to see my therapist, but I wouldn't leave. S and B tried to save me, even brought the whole gang, and they sang to me and all. Finn came to apologize, assuming he was the reason I was like that. I just ignored everybody.
She doesn't show up until the next week. When she shows up, knocking on my door softly, I feel ashamed for doing this to myself. I should know better then to let them dictate my actions. She approaches me slowly. My room is fairly dark, since my blinds are down, but I can see where she is.
"Hey." She says softly. I grumble, not really trying to say anything.
"You promised me brownies, and I'm here. Now get out of bed and go make them. I will have you know I expect people to comply to what they say. And if they don't, I force them. So come on."
She says while lifting my covers, and pulling me by my arm. I'm wearing nothing but my underwear. I'm glad I that I had something on. I grumble some more and try to retrieve the covers, but she is not having any of it. She makes me sit at my bed, grabs a short and a tank top from my a drawer, as well as underwear, and throws it at me.
"Go take a shower. This room is like a greenhouse, and it's smelling awfully. You smell awful. Go clean up, I don't want you touching my food like that."
I just stare at her. In the darkness of the room, her face has a shadow. It makes her even more beautiful then she actually is. She is mad, and I feel the anger pouring from her. I feel things down my stomach.
"NOW!" she screams, and I jump from bed, both because she scared the hell out of me, and so I could leave.
The shower feels heavenly, almost as if I was washing all the mourning I've been doing. I'm not really sure how I feel about her showing up, but her determination makes my breathing hitched.
I take longer then normal. I apparently get her worried, because she is knocking at my door.
"Hey, you okay?" I hear a very low voice, muffled by the shower and the door.
"Yeah, almost done." I scream.
I feel refreshed by the time I'm done. I go to my room, and the windows are open, fresh air coming in. I can see she changed my sheets, and organized my whole room. It's cleaner then I have ever seen it.
"How long have I been in there?" I ask, pointing at the bathroom, using a towel to dry my hair.
"About 2 hours."
"Wow. I didn't even notice." I notice my voice feels weird to me, sounds kind of rough, after not talking all these days. She brings me a cup of water, and I realize how thirsty I really am. I drain the cup in seconds.
"Let's go downstairs, and I will make you something."
"I'm not hungry." I whine, like a little child.
"No, you're not hungry. You are starving. Now stop complaining, before I have to use my convincing methods."
I wiggle my eyebrows at her, a smirk taking place soon after.
She rolls her eyes, and drags me out of my room, into the kitchen.
"Now sit down, while I see if there is something decent."
"No, I..."
"I said sit. Down." She said looking at me intensely. Who was I to deny her?
She grabs a TV dinner, and I scrunch my face in disgust. She notices it.
"Don't complain. Since your little emo shit, you're mother had to feed herself. It's only fair you eat what she have been eating for a week. Besides, there isn't anything else in the fridge."
After the dinner is done, she pretty much throws it at me, with a fork.
"Seems like you don't have anything for brownies. Or anything besides beer, for that matter. I'm going after your mother. Gonna tell her that the phoenix finally rose from the ashes."
She leaves me. I eat slowly, getting used to the taste. It's worse then cardboard, and I feel nauseous. But I eat. Enough is enough. And I've taken enough of Rachel's wrath. She might look hot when she's like that, but I'm just too tired to deal with it.
I hear her going into the music room, and hear them talking, although I can't hear what they are saying. Soon my mom and her make their way to the kitchen. I can she worry written all over my mother's face.
"Hey, sweetie."
I give her a fake smile. I really try to make it real, but I just don't have energy for that.
"Rachel here said you are back up. And that you are going to cook us a fabulous dinner."
I can see both of them smirking, and I feel like they are planing something. I look at them a little worried, and nod.
"I'm going to buy food. You two have fun. Rachel, don't let her leave the house."
Mom turns to me and gives me a wink.
After mom leaves, she sits by my side.
"So how was that?"
"I think the sandwich under my bed would have tasted better." I say with a grunt.
She wrinkles her nose.
"That think was about to start a family down there, kids, dog, kitten and all." She says with disgust. "I don't know how you can live like that. It very unhealthy to have mold in you room. You could get infected with diseases. And living in your room like that, I bet you have acquired something. How long has that sandwich been there anyway? Your mom said you weren't eating. I can only imagine how old it was."
I just look at her. Because, seriously, what can I say to that?
"Can you start forming sentences now? Have you lost your voice? I have once seen a movie that a girl lost her voice after going through a traumatic situation. It would make sense if you had. If you have, I am willing to help you recuperate you talking ability. I am well skilled in the area." The she looked at me thoughtfully. "But I guess I must be mistaken. Despite rough, you did speak a word or two earlier. I believe we have do to something about the disuse of your voice. You need to..."
"Hear you talk forever until I shoot myself in the ears so I don't have to hear you anymore?"
She looked hurt for a moment. But just for a moment.
"I apologize for my long speech. But I don't like things to be silent, and you are proving to be a very quiet being."
"Didn't ask for your company." I'm starting to get a little annoyed. My head hurts, and her babbling is not helping.
"I'm afraid you did. You did invite me for brownies, didn't you?"
"Last week."
She rolls her eyes, and it's adorable. Makes me want to annoy her just to see her do that. But I'm not 13, so I won't to that. I shouldn't anyway.
"How do you know today is not the same week you asked. You haven't left your room."
"I haven't slept either. I know how long I've been awake."
She looked at me a little hesitant.
"What do you say we go to your room, put the most boring movie you own, and try to make you sleep?"
"I'm not a baby to be treated like that."
"Well, babies sleep at any movie, as long as they are tired. So it won't be like a baby at all."
"Whatever."
She grabs my arms and we go to my room. She put some movie one, one that I don't even remember I had.
We lay side by side in the bed, barely touching. By the middle of the movie I'm asleep, and I notice that I'm much closer to her, her touch lulling me to sleep.
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I woke up feeling warm. I felt someone with me, playing with my hair. I opened my eyes. Seems like at some point we went for being close to cuddling. She was looking at the TV, not even realizing I was awake. I looked at what she was watching, and it was some news channel. I looked at the date, and it was Sunday night already.
I turn to her, her face standing out with the lights from the TV. I saw the colors change, and it was beautiful. I was mesmerized by that girl. I felt really good for the first time in a while. Having her enveloping me felt so comfortable, no wonder I slept more then a day. I take a deep breath. She doesn't move, but her hand at my hair stop, but don't move.
"I still want my brownies." She says seriously, her eyes not moving from the TV. Instead of answering her I just snuggle close to her.
"I mean it." She turns to me, her eyes soft. "I had to eat one of those TV dinners last night and today, because you were just passed out."
I leave her embrace, feeling the loss instantly.
"Then I better get to it." I say, yawning at the last part.
"Alright, lion. Do you mind if I go home and freshen up?"
I realize she is wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
"You didn't left?"
"No. You didn't let go of me. You were like one of those little toys that are made to grab stuff. Or a monkey. You mom had to bring me the food." She says, one of her beautiful and bright smiles in place.
"Thanks"
"Anytime. Now, the faster I go, the faster I will eat your brownies." She leaves the room, and I'm left in bed with a silly smile.
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