rooftops

chapter 35 ~ driveway

• refrences to an eating disorder
• refrences to depression
• mature language

Georges pov=

Wilburs flight was landing at around 3am.

Normally id be long asleep by then, but I havent been sleeping well the past few weeks, so I think ill be able to stay up.

Id rushed home after he'd texted me, unluckily he could only get a few messages in before he had to board the plane.

So all he had told me is that he'll explain everything when he gets here.

Ive already set up a bed in my room for him. I had nothing else to do, so I thought I might as well get it over and done with.

I dont think he knows how grateful I am that I have him, at least I dont have to spend the weekend alone.

Now im just playing the waiting game. Im laid out on the couch, eating pasta and watching television.

This is normally when the tiredness starts to kick in, but im not feeling it tonight. Im probably just excited about Wilbur.

The lights from the Christmas tree are starting to make me feel dizzy.

Theyre almost blinding, and are always in the corner of my eye no matter where I stand in the room.

I dont want to turn them off though, theyre oddly comforting.

I have to give it to Tommy and Tubbo, theyd done the house up well for Christmas.

I didnt think theyd bother with anything, but the first thing id noticed when I arrived were the decorations.

As im thinking along the lines of Christmas, I start to realize its past midnight.

I lift my phone the right way up and tap on the screen, allowing it to light up, showing me the time and date.

2:30am, December 24th

I stare at the phone, processing what im reading.

The 24th

God, how can it be the 24th already?

Its Christmas Eve and I still feel stuck in my summer mindset.

I snatch up my last few pieces of pasta with my fork and shove them into my mouth before I grab the bowl and slide out from under the blanket.

Im not bothered to pause the television, to be honest I hadnt really been paying that much attention to what had been happening in the show anyways.

The kitchen is spotless, id cleaned it earlier so im able to chill over the weekend.

I wash out the bowl slightly before I put it in the emptied dishwasher.

I pull open the cupboard filled with glasses, choosing whatever ones closest to the front, filling it halfway with water.

When I get back to the couch the first thing I notice is how its started to rain outside. 

I can hear the splatter of raindrops hitting the roof and windows.

I drag the blanket back over myself, trying to get comfy again.

The remote control is within my reach, and im glad I dont have to move to get it.

I turn back to whatever episode I can last remember paying attention to, trying to follow along whatevers going on.

Just as I feel settled, the noise of a car coming up the road diverts my attention from the televsion.