Spring Break // Helpless II

𝚜𝚒𝚡: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕

When it was night, we decided to have a bonfire. I obviously sat by Tommy. It was cold, so naturally I did what I needed to to get warm. I poked Tommy.

"What?" he asked.

"I need something of yours," I told him.

"I am not letting you eat my marshmallow," he replied.

I giggled. "I don't want your marshmallow. You burn them."

"What is it, then?" he sighed.

"It's very cold," I explained.

"So?"

I rolled my eyes. "Give me your sweatshirt, idiot."

"You know what? No," Tommy decided.

"Tommy, that wasn't nice," Wilbur scolded him.

Tommy gaped at him. "She just called me an idiot!"

"I meant it in the most loving way possible!" I exclaimed.

He just sighed and gave me his sweatshirt. I smiled smugly and looked at the fire.

I got up and walked inside, where all the parents were all playing a card game. I grabbed a marshmallow and went back outside. I started roasting it over the fire.

"That's not how you're supposed to do it," Tommy said.

"How am I supposed to do it, then?" I asked.

"See, you just stick the marshmallow right in the middle of the fire. When it catches on fire, you take it and blow it out!" he explained.

"No! That requires no skill! My way does," I told him.

I held mine in a warm area where the marshmallow got golden brown and puffed up. I carefully placed it on a graham cracker and piece of chocolate.

"If you get anything on that sweatshirt, you're buying me a new one!" he warned.

"Well, the funny thing about that is that you're assuming that I have money," I laughed dryly.

I ate the smore carefully, trying not to get any on my face. Smores were very messy. I sat back down on the couch bench by Tommy. I leaned against the side and curled up into a ball, gazing at the fire. My eyelids grew heavy and I fell asleep.

I woke up to the feeling of movement. I looked up and saw Tommy. It was dark outside. He was carrying me.

"Where are we going?" I asked sleepily.

"I'm putting you in your bed. Go back to sleep," he answered.

I nodded and fell back asleep. In the morning, I woke up to Rose's alarm.

"One more minute," I grumbled into my pillow.

I slowly got out of bed and got clothes from my suitcase. I went into the bathroom and changed. I walked downstairs to see my mom pulling muffins out of the oven. It smelled amazing. I sat down at the counter.

"Is Tommy still sleeping?" I asked Mrs. Simons.

"Yeah. You could go wake him up if you want. Do something to scare him," she offered.

"Alright," I laughed, standing up.

I walked upstairs to Tommy's room and quietly opened the door. I saw him sleeping peacefully on his bed. I sat down beside him. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to get him to wake up. I poked his face but got no reaction. I tried shaking him. Nothing. I didn't want it to come to this. I bent down and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.