Never Be Alone #justwriteit

Scene 5

So when we are apart
You'll never be alone
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When we reached the apartment, Derek yawned and stated that he was heading to bed and that we were losers. I just rolled my eyes and collapsed on the couch, to tired to move. It was late and I was exhausted.

I heard Cyrus clear his throat but decided against acknowledging it. He did it again and I half-opened my eyes, glaring at him. "What do you want?" I questioned grumpily.

He nudged me closer to the back of the couch. "This happens to be where I sleep. In fact, it's where you told me to sleep." I nodded in agreement before closing my eyes once again.

"I did say that, didn't I? To bad for you. I'm not moving. And don't even think about trying to sleep in my room." I heard him grumble and felt a weight next to me, the cushions dipping down. I was so tired I didn't fight it. Sleep clouded my mind, making everything seem like a dream, allowing me to relax. I allowed his body to settle next to mine.

We were breathing in unison. Two hearts beating as one. The comforting noise of steady breathing lulling me to sleep.

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When I awoke, I felt a weight on my stomach and my back was pressed against a hard surface. I opened my eyes and momentarily forgot where I was. When I finally regained my bearings, I realized my face was pressed against the cushions, with the stitched pattern pressing into my skin. I attempted to sit up but something was holding me down. Wrapped tightly around my waist and getting tighter.

When I looked down, I saw an arm. A strong arm, nonetheless. I tried to recall what happened before I drifted into dreamland the previous night. A fuzzy memory fought to break through the sleep still muddling my brain.

Then, it hit me. I was cuddling with Cyrus. Something warm pinged through my body at that thought.

I turned my body so I was facing the person next to me. The messy dark brown hair was enough of giveaway. It was then I realized he was shirtless. I gasped and I heard a muffled groan and a voice murmur something that sounded like 'more sleep'.

I squirmed more. Desperate to escape the strangely warm, reassuring, pleasant, overall lovely hold of my brother’s best friend.

"Cyrus!" I hissed. "Let me go you fudge-pug!" He groaned and loosened his vice-like grip. It still wasn't enough. "Seriously, Cyrus! Let me go! Please?" I let out a frustrated grunt. I then resorted to yelling threats. "IF YOU DON'T MOVE, I WILL PEE ON YOU!" That got him moving. I felt his arm retract completely and roll to the side.

It was actually pretty awesome considering that he forgot he was on a couch and had rolled off of it onto the floor. He let out a pained moan and I clambered to my feet and stepped over him. "Thank you!" I beamed down at him as he rolled around on the ground like a possessed llama.

I chuckled and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, I slumped over the sink. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a complete and total mess. My hair was coming out of its braid, my clothes crumpled from sleeping. I washed the makeup from under my eyes and stripped down. Stepping into a hot shower was amazing.

I rid my skin of all the grime and grit from yesterday. After the movie we had walked around and visited the small local stores. We then did "parkour" in the park. We failed to say the least. We then grabbed gelato and headed home. We chatted, joked and just acted like teenagers again.

It was amazing.

I washed my hair, shaved and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the nearest towel, brushed my teeth, and made my way to my room. I pulled on a pair of short spandex and an oversized t-shirt. I threw my hair up, wrapped in the towel and made my way to the kitchen. I caught a glance at the time on the microwave. 9:52. Not that bad.

I went about the kitchen, gathering the necessary materials for breakfast. English muffins, butter, honey, and a banana. Yay nutrition. Once everything was finished I sat down. Oh who am I kidding? I caved and grabbed a spoon and the jar of peanut butter. Best way to eat a banana.

Once I was finished with that, I headed back to my room and crawled into my bed. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and turned it on. I then began to read. I will admit, I love gay fan fictions. They're always so fluffy and adorable! Especially Destiel one, like what I was reading now.

I had almost reached the end when a knock sounded on my door. I groaned and let out a muffled, "Come in,". I felt the mattress dip down and lifted my head to find Derek sitting there. I can't believe I wouldn't see him for another six months. It was going to suck.

He was my older brother, the one who always looked out for me and cared for me. He was my best friend along with being the best sibling ever. I loved him. He was there for me when our dad died. He was there when I got offered a role in Handwritten. He was there when we packed up our life in Maine and moved to California. He was just always there.

"Morning Zoe!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Ready for our last day together?" I closed my eyes and nodded. Technically speaking yesterday was his last day. His flight leaves at 6:32 pm and it was already 12:00. I felt tears prick my eyes. Derek noticed and pulled me into a tight embrace. I sobbed into his shoulder.

I did not want him to leave.

We sat like that for what felt like hours. Just the two of us. Derek muttered reassurances in my ear, telling me it was okay, that it would all be all right. When we finally let go, it was with reluctance. The shoulders of Derek's shirt were soaked through and I only now realized the glistening in his eyes.

"It's only six months, Zozeeboo. It'll be over before you know it. I promise."

That's how we spent the rest of the day. Curled up together, watching bad movies and eating chocolate.

When it was time for Derek to go, a fresh set of tears broke out. Derek pulled me close and I rested my head on his shoulder. It was then that I saw the beautiful boy standing in the doorway, just watching. In all honesty I had completely forgotten he was here.

Derek whispered in my ear, "Take care of Cyrus, okay? Don't just ignore him. Try to become his friend. For me." I nodded, my eyes making contact with the boy. I could feel the salty tear tracks lining my face. I knew I looked like a total mess, but I couldn't care less.

With the a few last, "I love you's" and tears, Derek left for the airport.

I shut myself in my room and let the tears take over.