Behind the Glasses || a.i.

Chapter 37

Guess who has returned?

It's me. Meag. Hi.

It's been a while. I missed you guys. :-(

So, I've had like the most confusing/difficult/terrifying/stressful/miserable months of my life and i was thinking about the things that make me happy... and i realized writing stories was one of them. Then I logged in and saw all the comments i had gotten and wow i love you, whoever you are that is reading this.

So here is the update you've been waiting far too long for. You deserve it. :-) xx

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 I roll over, confused when my arm hits someone. I look up to see Michael sitting on the edge of my bed. “Hey, you left your room,” I say sleepily, rubbing my eyes. I comb my fingers through my hair, pushing it into a reasonable morning style.

 “Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to go and get breakfast.”

 “Yeah, sure, can you give me, like, ten minutes?”

 “Yeah.” I groan, literally rolling out of bed. I move the notebook and pen from my night stand into my bag on the floor. “What’s that?” he asks, pointing to the journal.

 “Oh, it’s just a story I’m writing,” I answer elusively.

 “Huh,” he whispers to himself. “I forgot you were a writer.” I shrug. “What’s it about?”

 I look through the bag, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jean shorts. “My sister.”

 “Oh.”

 I shrug my shoulders again, heading into the bathroom. I change and come out, grabbing my hair brush and a hair-elastic. “You’re going to die of heat outside,” he warns me. I ignore it, though, not wanting to wear short sleeves.

 “Oh well,” I sigh, running the bristles through my brown locks.

 “Oh well? It’s like, desert weather!”

 “How would you know? This is the first time you’ve left your room in weeks.”

 “My window is open.”

 “Well, looks like I’ll just have to drink lots of water right?”

 “Please change it?”

 “Why?”

 “’Cause I don’t wanna have you dying on my watch! It was hard enough I had to see it once! Just change you God damned shirt!” he snaps. He puts his hand over his eyes, rubbing his forehead. I purse my lips, frozen in place, absolutely at a loss for words, speechless. I never thought I would hear that tone from him. “Trinity, I’m sorry, just-” he lets out an exasperated puff of air. “It scares me- I worry about you.”

 I look down, nodding. “Fine,” I give in.

 I grab a blue tank top from my suitcase, storming off to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, sliding down the door to sit on the floor. I am stunned, unable to form words. My hands shake for no reason whatsoever. “Trinity?” he whispers from the other side of the door.

 “I’m changing,” I grumble, throwing my shirt over my head furiously.

 “I’m sorry, I really am.”