Sheo Forever

Chapter 39 - Overreacting is my speciality

Sorry it's been a while. I haven't really thought of any ideas and I've had a few issues with my family.

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Shai POV —

The sudden feeling of wanting to throw up wakes me at around 4 a.m. I run into the bathroom and lurch over the toilet, throwing up the previous night's drinks.

My throat stings and burns each time I heave over the bowl. Regretting my decision of getting drunk and not just talking about it with Theo, I quickly flush the toilet and lay my cheek on the cool surface of the bath.

Drowsiness takes over my body, and my eye lids start to droop. Eventually, I give in and fall asleep; my head on the bath, my legs curls up underneath me, and a wet cloth on the back of my neck.

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The next time I wake up is to the feeling of falling and then a massive thwack is heard. There is a throbbing in my head and as I open my eyes, I come face to face, nose-to-nose, to the bathroom floor. I'm sure I haven't been asleep any longer than 10 minutes.

Great, my head fell off the bathtub.

I slowly, but surely, lift myself off the ground to sit on the closed toilet lid. My head is throbbing and I'm dizzy. I must have hit my head pretty hard....Or maybe it's just the hangover.

I stand, and go to the basin, where I brush my teeth and wash my mouth out. I then make my way back to bed, back to Theo. I crawl into bed and roll into Theo. He wraps his arms around me, and opens his eyes.

"Hi, baby. Where did you go?" he mummers, pulling me closer.

I snuggle my head into his chest. "Bathroom, I was sick." I just want to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

He gently pulls back, and cups my cool cheek with his warm, calloused hand. "Did you drop something, because I thought I heard something crash?"

Too tired to reply, I just nod my head, closing my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks, pressing his lips to my forehead, right where my head hit the floor.

I wince and pull back, not opening my eyes. "My head dropped off the side of the bath, and hit the floor." He muffles a laugh by burying his face into the pillows. "It's not funny, Theo," I groan, nuzzling my head into my won pillow, trying to find comfort.

He sobers up. "You're right, it's not," he smirks, still thinking about it. "Is your noggin okay, beautiful?"

"It's sore," I pout slightly. "But I just want to sleep, so," I move my hand, and pinch his lips between my fingers, "Shhh."

"Okay," he says, but sounds more of like an 'ompky'. He grabs my hand with his, and brings it down, placing it on his chest. I feel the steady beat of his heart underneath my hand and it, along with Theo softly rubbing his hand up and down my back, gently lulls me to sleep.

*

From That point on wards (until about 6am), I had a restless sleep. I was in that half sleep — half awake type of sleep. The sleep that makes you cranky and even more tired than not sleeping at all.

I gave up on sleep at around 6am. I spent my time thinking, staring at the ceiling. Thinking about that message that caused all of this. The message that caused our first fight as a married couple. The message that, essentially, made me hit my head on the bathroom floor.

Maybe I was just overreacting. I mean, overreacting is my speciality. Maybe it was nothing. Should I even be worried? I mean, it's not like Theo didn't try to stop me walking out yesterday. Maybe he really didn't know what I was talking about, let alone who sent the message.

Finally, at 9am, Theo woke up. Theo rolls over and buries his face into my T-shirt covered shoulder. "Good morning, baby," he says, his voiced muffled. "How did you sleep?"

"Stopped sleeping at 6," I admit, not moving my gaze from the ceiling. "I've been thinking."

At this, his head lifts up. "Oh. About what?" Theo moves himself so that he is supporting himself with his elbow, his other hand coming up to rest on my upper stomach, fingers brushing the bottom of my boobs.

"About the message... I think I overreacted. When I read it, I wasn't thinking, I just assumed the worse, and I wish I didn't. I wish I waited for you to come out, and I wish I didn't read your phone at all. When I said all that stuff, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I keep my gaze on the roof above me, eyes not wavering.

Theo moves the hand that was brushing my boobs to cup my chin, moving my head so I look at him. Rolling the rest of my body, I lay on my side facing him. "Don't apologize, Shai," he tells me softly. "It's okay, I've learnt to live with your overreactions. I mean, they aren't bad, but I've learnt." At his comment, I roll my eyes. He kisses my forehead, his lips lingering on the skin for a bit. "Shailene, I have to tell you something, though," he says, suddenly getting serious.

"W-what?" I start to get nervous. I mean, who wouldn't when someone they love says that. "Are you dying? Please don't die. I didn't mean it, I don't want you to die. I love you too much! You can't die, Theo. I need you," I blurt, instantly regretting it as Theo starts laughing.

It's the throw your head back type of laugh, where it sounds like a cackle. Once he stops laughing (which takes a few minutes) he regains his composure and looks into my eyes. "No, baby, I'm not dying. But, it's glad to know how you feel on the situation." He smirks. "It has to do with the message. I-I might have gone for an audition... A while ago, and I got the role on Thursday night, when you were in the bath. I was going to take you out to dinner and tell you yesterday, but that didn't really work," he says softly, his forefinger gently brushing against the skin of my cheek.

My face lights up and my eyes widen. "Theo! Oh, my God! That is great!" I'm so happy for him. I reach over and pull him into the biggest hug. I squeeze his body tight, and he does the same for me. Once I pull back I ask, "What does this have to do with the message?"

"You do remember what he message said, right?" he asks.

"Of course. It's been the only thing on my mind since I read it."

   'Hi Theo
Are you excited about this as I am?
Can't wait for it!
Text me back as soon as you can?
I, wanna talk bout our relationship baby ;)'
"Well, I might have a 'girlfriend' in the movie. And that was sort of her way of telling me that she found out about my new role." His voice is quiet, as if he doesn't want me to hear.
"Theo, I overreacted. As long as your 'girlfriend' knows about us, then it's okay. I just... I'm sorry I caused all of this."

Theo doesn't responds for a while, instead he wraps his arms around me, smothering me into a hug. My head is buried in his chest, my chest squished against his bare skin. I inhale deeply, the smell of sweat, male, and a smell that is only Theo runs through my nose.

"Shai, I'm sure she does. Plus, she is a bit too young for me, anyways. It's Dakota Fanning, my new costar. And I already have the girl of my dreams in my arms right now."

"Isn't she, like, twenty-one?" he nods. "That's only two years younger than me, man."

"Two years; twenty-two years; two hundred years... does it really matter? She isn't you." He kisses the top of my head.

Bloody Theo and his cheesy comments.

"Oh, shush, you," I chide. After a few moments of silence, both of us soaking each other in, I speak up. "We need to get dressed, I have something planned for us."

"And what would that be?" Theo asks, moving back to look into my eye.

"A date."

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