For You (DISCONTINUED)

Four

No. No. No. This can't be happening. It was here yesterday. A stupid razor isn't going to grow a pair of legs and walk the hell out of the bathroom. Where the fuck did that razor go?!

I tore apart the cabinet, being as quiet as possible. That freaking razor was nowhere to be found. I set everything back in the cabinet and walked out of the bathroom.

"Where the fuck did it go?" I muttered as I made my way back to my bedroom, being sure to trip over the cat fourteen fucking times. I shut the door to my bedroom, walked over to the window, and sat on the windowsill. I sat there for a while, pulling at my hair. When I looked down at the floor, I cringed. There was a mound of hair sitting on the floor. Wonderful.

I brushed the hair under the area rug with my foot while muttering to myself about my hellish habits. I got up and walked over to my bed, sitting on the edge of it. I flicked on my lava lamp and looked at the picture of you that sat beside it. Smiling to myself, I picked it up and scooted closer to the nightstand. Using the light illuminating from the lava lamp, I stared at your picture. Well, our picture. That got me thinking of the day you took it.

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"Austin!" I squealed as you threw me over your shoulder. "Put me down!" I laughed as I flailed around, punching your back playfully.

"Hold on, we're almost there." Your voice was deep but warming, reassuring. Your grip tightened around my legs and then it was gone. Falling. Was I fa-

I let out a gasp of air as I fell on to.. Wait, I fell on something soft. A bed? What? Now I'm just confused.

"Au-"

"No, don't say anything. Not yet." Your voice was distant. Were you walking away from me? What the he-

"Okay. It may get cold. Wrap this around you," you whispered as you handed me a blanket. It was soft, warm. It smelled like you. I smiled and wrapped it around me.

"Ready?" You asked, your voice filled with a level of eagerness that surprised me. As I nodded, the dark room that surrounded us became lighter. Lighter and lighter. That's when I could see it. A window, in a wall. Not just a wall. A treehouse.