mocha #22 - 'dearest, you're the nearest to my heart'
Author: hi_falootin
Prompt: mocha 22. talking in your sleep
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG13
Notes: SO I'M ON A ROLL WITH THE AWKWARD MOMENTS. And this one is especially, uh, awkward. SORRY. Jason's POV yet again.
"Cause this is a little too Flowers in the Attic for me." This would have been way less weird five years ago.
"Scoot over," Dee says one night, as she stumbles into my room and starts to strip off her pants.
I think I was sleeping and it takes a couple seconds of blinking before I can read the fuzzy numbers on my digital clock. 2:48 am. "Dee! What the hell--" I protest as she proceeds to climb on top of me.
"Shut up, you'll wake up Christine."
I let out a hiss as her knee connects with my stomach and she flops down awkwardly beside me, fumbling something under her shirt.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm taking my bra off. Can't sleep with it on."
I pull away violently. "Jesus! I mean what are you doing here? In my room? Are...are you drunk?"
"Jason, please, please...I don't want to sleep alone tonight, okay?" She lays her head on my pillow so our faces are inches apart. "It'll be like when we were kids. Please?"
She does smell like alcohol, maybe cigarette smoke too, and even in the almost-dark of my bedroom I can tell her eyes are all smudged up like she's been crying.
"Okay," I tell her quietly, "You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."
"Jason!"
"I'll be right here, seriously."
She shakes her head and grabs onto my t-shirt. "Stay there. I'm just gonna sleep on top of the bedspread like this..." She doesn't let go, so I relent instead, let her tuck her face against my chest.
"Jason," she says into my shirt, "Everything sucks."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Everything sucks."
"You aren't allowed to leave me, okay? I'm your sister afterall."
"Um...okay." I pat her back awkwardly. The clock says 2:52 and I think, okay, I only have to lie here stiffly, unable to sleep, until 6 or so when I'll have an excuse to get up...
"Thanks, Jason," she says, voice mumbled like she's talking in her sleep.
"Just as long as you help me pay for my therapy," I say. "Cause this is a little too Flowers in the Attic for me."
"Never read it." She's silent for a few seconds. "You know I'm a dyke, right?"
"Yeah," I say, but I want to say, You don't know what you are.
"Shhh," she says, "sleep."
As she curls up on top of the bedspread, I look at the clock. Three hours, seven minutes, and counting.
OH HAY. I AM gonna do more with Malila shortly (though she's um, tangentially relevant here)...I just saw this prompt and the story kind of wrote itself. Title sort of from 'Dearest' by Buddy Holly. And okay, while I'm babbling, this is totally my new Dee stand-in icon.
Prompt: mocha 22. talking in your sleep
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG13
Notes: SO I'M ON A ROLL WITH THE AWKWARD MOMENTS. And this one is especially, uh, awkward. SORRY. Jason's POV yet again.
"Cause this is a little too Flowers in the Attic for me." This would have been way less weird five years ago.
"Scoot over," Dee says one night, as she stumbles into my room and starts to strip off her pants.
I think I was sleeping and it takes a couple seconds of blinking before I can read the fuzzy numbers on my digital clock. 2:48 am. "Dee! What the hell--" I protest as she proceeds to climb on top of me.
"Shut up, you'll wake up Christine."
I let out a hiss as her knee connects with my stomach and she flops down awkwardly beside me, fumbling something under her shirt.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm taking my bra off. Can't sleep with it on."
I pull away violently. "Jesus! I mean what are you doing here? In my room? Are...are you drunk?"
"Jason, please, please...I don't want to sleep alone tonight, okay?" She lays her head on my pillow so our faces are inches apart. "It'll be like when we were kids. Please?"
She does smell like alcohol, maybe cigarette smoke too, and even in the almost-dark of my bedroom I can tell her eyes are all smudged up like she's been crying.
"Okay," I tell her quietly, "You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."
"Jason!"
"I'll be right here, seriously."
She shakes her head and grabs onto my t-shirt. "Stay there. I'm just gonna sleep on top of the bedspread like this..." She doesn't let go, so I relent instead, let her tuck her face against my chest.
"Jason," she says into my shirt, "Everything sucks."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Everything sucks."
"You aren't allowed to leave me, okay? I'm your sister afterall."
"Um...okay." I pat her back awkwardly. The clock says 2:52 and I think, okay, I only have to lie here stiffly, unable to sleep, until 6 or so when I'll have an excuse to get up...
"Thanks, Jason," she says, voice mumbled like she's talking in her sleep.
"Just as long as you help me pay for my therapy," I say. "Cause this is a little too Flowers in the Attic for me."
"Never read it." She's silent for a few seconds. "You know I'm a dyke, right?"
"Yeah," I say, but I want to say, You don't know what you are.
"Shhh," she says, "sleep."
As she curls up on top of the bedspread, I look at the clock. Three hours, seven minutes, and counting.
OH HAY. I AM gonna do more with Malila shortly (though she's um, tangentially relevant here)...I just saw this prompt and the story kind of wrote itself. Title sort of from 'Dearest' by Buddy Holly. And okay, while I'm babbling, this is totally my new Dee stand-in icon.