I wake up in the morning. I get up and go into my bathroom. I groan as I look in the mirror.
My hairs everywhere, my skins oily and my mouth feels like I haven't brushed my teeth for days.
I brush my hair and teeth quickly, wash my face and get changed before getting back in bed.
I pick up my phone and ring derek. "Hey" he says. "Hi.. can you come over?" I ask. "Why?" He asks. "I feel like crap and just wanna see you" I say.
"Are you ill?" He asks. "No.. just having a bad morning" I sigh. "Yeah, I'll be right over.. you mind if I bring my books? Sunday is study day" he says. "That's so sad derek" I say. "Shut up" he says. I giggle.
There's a knock on my bedroom door a little while later. He walks in. "Hey" I kneel on the middle of my bed, holding my arms open. "Hey" he smiles, walking closer, letting me hug him
"Hug me back" I giggle. "No" he says. "I feel like crap.. and you're not helping.. I could be depressed and this could send me over the edge and I could kill myself and it would be your-" I say. "Okay.. okay just shut up" he hugs me back hesitantly. I grin.
I pull away slowly. I smile. We sit on my bed. "You know I got here 10 minutes ago and your sister wouldn't stop talking to me, right?" He chuckles. I giggle. "I'm sorry" I say. "Its okay.. she's nice" he says.
We sit next to eachother on my bed. I climb under the covers. "I'm cuddling you.. and you'll just have to deal with it" I snuggle into him. "Fine" he groans. I smile.
I put on the tv. He scrolls through his phone. "What you doing?" I look at his phonescreen. "Nothing" he moves it away. I furrow my brows. "Der" I chuckle. I take his phone.
My eyes go wide. I sit up, scrolling through the Instagram comments on a picture I posted the other day of me, derek and Addison. 'How did he do that then?' 'Didn't know they did charity work' I read the comments.
"Derek" I look at him. "Its fine" he grabs the phone. I pick up my phone. "I'm so sorry.. I didn't see the comments" I say. "Mer.. its fine, I was just.. looking" he shakes his head.
I lay back down, my head resting on his chest. I scroll through my phone, deleting all the bad comments. "People are so fucking horrible" I mutter. I put my phone down, wrapping my arms around him.
He strokes my hair gently as we watch tv. "Mer" he says quietly. "Mhm?" I mumble. "You're my best friend" he whispers. My heart flips in my chest. I look at him.
"I am?" I smile. "Well, you're basically my only friend.. so yeah, you're the best" he says. I chuckle softly. "You're my best friend too" I say.
"And I'm not your only friend.. don't be dramatic" I giggle. "Well, there's Mark.. and Addison.. and you.. and that's it" he says.
"Addison?" I ask. "Well, I think so.. we got along the other day.. exchanged numbers and social medias.. that makes us friends, right?" He asks. "Yeah, I guess it does" I nod.
"Who's Mark?" I ask. "I grew up with him.. he goes to our school.. you know, Mark?" He says.
"Mark.. sloan?" I ask. "Yeah" he says. "Oh, yeah.. I know Mark.. never talked to him before though but I've seen him" I say. He nods.
"I never see you two hanging out" I furrow my brows. "We always are" he rolls his eyes. "When?" I giggle.
"Science club after school" he says. "What?!" I ask shocked. "Yes" he says. "Theres science club?" I giggle. "Yeah" he chuckles, nodding. I chuckle softly.
"You should come" he says. "No way in a million years" I grin. He rolls his eyes. "You should.. you're terrible at science.. maybe you'll learn something" he says. I gasp, hitting him Lightly.
He grins. "I used to think you were nice" I say jokingly. "I am nice!" He says. I giggle.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror next to my bed. "Oh god, I look like shit" I whine. "No you don't" he says.
"I'm gonna shower.. can you stay here? Study.. I'll just be a little while" I get up. "Okay" he says. "Don't leave, okay?" I say. He smiles, nodding.
I grab a towel, walking into my bathroom that's attached to my bedroom. I get in the shower.
After my shower I get out. I brush through my hair. I groan as I realise I didn't bring any clothes in here with me. I grin as I get an idea.
I look at myself in the mirror as I tighten the towel around me, pulling it down slightly so my cleavage is showing.
I take a deep breath before walking into my room. I don't look at derek but I feel his eyes on me as I walk to the dresser.
I kneel on the bed next to him. I can tell he's trying not to look at me and concentrate on his work. "Can you pass me that hairtie?" I point at my bedside table.
"Huh?" He asks. "Nevermind.. I got it" I lean over him, my boobs almost on his face as I grab the hair tie. I hear him take a breath.
I smile, going back to the bathroom. I smirk to myself, not closing the door fully, standing in view of him, my back facing him as I pull off the towel, dropping it to the floor.
I run my fingers through my hair. I dry my body before putting on my bra and panties. I also put on some fluffy socks and Derek's shirt that I stole the other day.
I tie my hair into a high messy bun before going back into my room. I climb onto the bed, sitting next to him.
He looks at me. "What?" I ask, trying to hide my grin. "N-nothing" he says. "This shirt is my pyjamas now, you know? You're not having it back" I grin.
"You look better in it anyway" he smiles. I try to hide my huge smile. Me and derek spend the rest of the day studying and talking until his mom calls and tells him he has to go home.
