Rollercoaster

#41 Cuddles

HOLY SHIT! SOMETIMES THIS BOOK GET'S ME REALLY FRUSTRATED. I KNOW IT'S A MESS, BUT BARE WITH ME, I WILL REWRITE AND EDIT EVERYTHING ONCE I'M AT LEAST DONE WITH THIS STUPID FIRST DRAFT.

SORRY FOR THE RANT. IT'S 2 AM AND I'M STUCK.

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I couldn't believe it. I was shocked. I was at a loss for words.

My dad? The man who left my mom and I 10 years ago? It wasn't possible. I refused to believe this. That guy abandoned both of us. And now my mother was telling me he called? After 7 years, he felt the need to call? The thought made me sick.

"Did you pick up?" I finally managed to ask.

"No... of course not. I ended up in an accident just because of the shock."

"Do you know why he called?"

"Not even the slightest bit of an idea."

We sat there in silence for sometime.

"So.. well Cole was here. So was Kaycee, Leah and Blake."

"Oh yeah, I saw the cards. What did Cole say?"

"Nothing really... he just offered me to stay at their house."

"Did he mention the wedding?"

"Nope."

"Who are you staying with?"

"Mom, seriously, you don't need to worry about me. And I'm staying with your friend Robert Walker," I replied, not mentioning Drake.

"Oh my- it's been so long since I saw him. How is he?"

"Oh uh, he's great. How do you know him though?"

"We were college mates. How's his wife? Are they treating you well?"

"She's great too," I nodded, lying again. "And yes, they're treating me well."

"Great... That's great. But, I just think since I haven't seen them in a while maybe you should stay with Cole? I mean, we're going to move in with them later anyway..."

"Yeah okay, I'll move in with them day after tomorrow."

She smiled. "I'm hoping I'll be back home soon, and the wedding won't have to be delayed too much," she stated.

"Mom... that's not important right now. Get well first and everything else is secondary."

"Okay okay," she laughed. "My daughter has become so wise," she patted my head jokingly.

* * *

It was 1 am when I was lying on the sofa, trying to get my mind to shut off. My dad. Why had he called my mom? He left our lives years ago. It just made no sense.

I heard someone walk into the living room. I felt a tap on my shoulder, but I couldn't see due to the darkness. "Drake?" I asked.

"Yes it's me, come inside."

"What?"

"I don't want you sleeping on the couch."

"I'm fine, seriously. Go sleep."

"No. You're sleeping in the room. Come on," he said and pulled my hand.

"What happened to you? I was fine sleeping on the couch all these days."

"Yeah well I'm not fine anymore. Just because I was in a shitty mood that day doesn't mean you have to deal without a proper bed."

I grabbed the pillow in one hand and dragged the blanket to his room as he pulled me by my hand.

He got onto the bed and pat his hand in the space next to him indicating me to come and sleep there.

"Are you sure?" I asked still thinking it was better for me to go back to the couch.

"Will you stop talking and sleep here?" He said, now annoyed.

Without any further argument, I got into bed just because I was super tired, which made no sense because I wasn't actually getting any sleep anyway, but oh well, nothing makes sense anymore.

For half an hour, my eyes stayed wide open. I could only wish I'd get sleep that night.

I sat up straight.

"Drake?" I called to check if he was still up.

"Mhmmm?" He grumbled with his eyes closed.

"I'm moving to Blake's tomorrow."

"Nooo, why?"

"Because..." I started.

"You don't want to be with me?"

"No, because my mom said so."

"Blake..." he groaned into the pillow.

I slipped back into the sheets and closed my eyes.

A while later I felt his hand come near me. Drake placed his arm on me, wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. I gulped. I felt his breath and his hair now brushing my neck. My hand was awkwardly placed out. I kept it back in its place, now resting on his arm around me. I shuffled a little.

Drake like this was oddly comforting. I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke up again. I felt around to find out Drake not in bed. I sat up straight to look for him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he seemed to be awake. I crawled over the bed towards him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around. "Why are you up?" He asked, grumpily.

"I should be asking you the same thing..."

"Bad dream," he replied.

"It's called a nightmare. What happened?"

"Nothing."

I tried pulling him onto the bed. "Okay now sleep," I said.

"You first."

"No, I know you won't sleep if I fall asleep. Just come back, don't make this difficult."

He ignored me, as usual.

Why was I always getting ignored? I was so unlucky that way. "Drake, it's late, come back and sleep."

After persistently pulling him and threatening that I wouldn't sleep if he didn't, he finally came back.

He put the blanket on himself as I myself got back into bed again. I placed my arm around his waist and my head on his chest as he slept with his face facing the ceiling. His left arm snaked around me from behind and we both dozed off once more.