The Bright Side

Twenty eight

"No no no, stay awake please." I whisper yell to him as I help him up the stairs and to his front door.

"Where's your key?" I hold his arm over my shoulder to help him.

Incoherent words leave his mouth.

"Um...what?" I gently hit his hand that's hanging over my shoulder to keep him from falling asleep.

"Pocket." He yawns and rests his cheek on top of head.

Reaching into his front jeans pocket I feel around a little for the key.

He snorts.

"Why are you laughing?" I whisper.

"Your hand is near my dick." He lets out another snort.

"Of course that's the first thing you think of." I respond under my breath. Finally I find the key and slowly pull it out.  Placing it in the lock and quietly turning it.

"You don't have to be quiet.  My dad's working tonight, and my mom is at her sister's house for the weekend who lives like...thirty minutes away." I pull him with me inside the dark house. Closing and locking the door behind us.

"Oh...so it's only us?"

"Yeah." He yawns again.

"Okay, well c'mon so I can help you get ready for bed." The heels I'm wearing make small clinking noises as I bring him to the stairs.

"Wanna wash me too?" His words slur as he grins at me.

I'm halfway up hauling him up the stairs.

"No you horny minded freak. I'm just gonna help you take off that face paint and brush your teeth." I'm careful to make sure he doesn't trip over the messed up step.

His deep chuckle echos in my ear.

It's pitch black, so using the hand that isn't supporting his body weight I feel the wall to guide me down the hall.

Dammit, where is the fucking light switch?

He almost trips as we walk but I grip tighter onto his arm that's on my shoulder.

"Where is your bathroom?" I whisper to him even though there is no need to be whispering.

He hums, taking way to long to respond. "Uh...over there." he mumbles his words.

"It's dark you idiot I can't see anything."

He lets out a small laugh.

I try to remember where the bathroom is and use my hand to guide me to the door.

Once I reach the area I feel around the door and find the handle, twisting it and then turning on the light inside.

My eyes squint, adjusting the to the sudden light.

Owen groans, lifting his free hand to rub his eyes.

His bathroom light isn't too bright. It's kind of like a soft white, with a little tinge of yellow.

Looking to the light switch I see one of those lighting option sliders on the side.

I slide the stick downwards so that it become dimmer.

"Thank you." His voice is a little horse yet soft and quiet as he rubs his forehead.

I nod my head. "C'mon let's take this stuff off your face." I gently guide him to the toilet and remove his arm from my shoulder. He sits on the toilet seat and closes his eyes.

"Do you have a rag or one of those little towel things?" I say while looking down at him.

"Under the sink." His eyes are still closed, also sitting with slumped shoulders.