Someday when you leave me || bxb

Chapter One

I wake up in his arms and I don't want to leave.

I don't know if it's deliberate or he just likes to hold things while he sleeps and it just happens. A part of me wants it to be deliberate, a part of me wants him to hold me. Or maybe I just like to be held and it doesn't matter who is doing it.

But I know I have to leave because if I don't and he wakes up like this he will and he'll act like we were never intertwined he'll act like last night never happened he'll act like the last night for the past two months never happened.

Leave before you get left.

I do, I move his arm off of me gently trying not to wake him. A groan leaves his mouth but he doesn't wake he just grabs a pillow and stuffs it under his arms.

His parents are home this week so it means I have to jump out of the window but it doesn't matter because it's better than getting caught and having to explain to your best friends parents why you're sneaking out of the house at four in the morning, why you have noticeable fresh hickeys covering your neck and on a school night no less.

My house is only down the block and I practically live alone because my mom and sister are both working almost all of the time. My sister is an intern at a hospital and my mom is the doctor my sister is conveniently an intern for. My dad has a whole other family in Wyoming, who the fuck lives in Wyoming, and has actually never lived under the same roof as me except for the first two years of my life I obviously don't remember because I was a baby. Anyway, the point is there is no one home and I don't have to sneak in through a window.

I'm not exactly tired and I would have to wake up in two hours anyway so I don't sleep. I look for some leftovers in the fridge that all have my sister's name plastered on them. I sigh out loud and contemplate whether or not to care.

I decide that I do and I end up drinking coffee even though I kind of hate it. It always leaves an aftertaste in my mouth that never goes away. Sometimes it's easy to ignore but then I end up acknowledging the aftertaste and the only way to make it go away is to eat something else or brush my teeth. But what if I don't want it gone, what if I want it there, what if I don't want it clouded with the taste of someone else—something else. Something else. I'm talking about coffee.

I need a shower. And I really do need to brush my teeth.

The water is hot. . . too hot. I turn it cold, all the way cold. When I'm done my mind is clear if only just until Preston comes to pick me up in a few hours for school.

Somehow I end up watching Stranger Things for like the fourth time and it's already past seven and my sister bursts through the door taking out her ponytail and immediately going up the stairs, I don't question it. My mom on the other hand comes in and sits next to me on the couch.

"You're up early," she says. I can tell she's being sarcastic. Though I don't blame her, I usually don't wake up until after she comes home and has to wake me up.

"Yeah Preston's going to be here in like half an hour and I couldn't sleep," it comes out genuine, as I intended it to. It wasn't necessarily a lie.

"Oh okay, honey." She pats me on the back, using my shoulder as leverage for her to get up, "I'll be awake by the time you come home from school, I'll make spaghetti."

"Okay goodnight, mom."

Her door closes with a quiet click and I resume Stranger Things just before I get a text form, Preston

I'm outside.

You're early? I respond quickly, quicker than I probably should have.