[tw: mentions of death, mentions of guns and blood]
Is this what being a normal teenager is supposed to feel like? Because it doesn't feel normal. It feels better than normal, it feels like I'm in heaven when the past week felt like hell. Nothing feels real, but at this point, what did I expect? I can see the littlest sliver of the sky through the opening between the curtain and the window, and it's beautiful. Everything about this moment is beautiful. My head is on a soft pillow, it's perfectly quiet, and I can feel Vanessa's hand on my chest, the soft skin of the back of her hand against me. I'm planning to wait until she wakes up, and then go back to the forest to get our stuff. I already woke up earlier in the morning today, and I took the gun and washed it off before putting it in Jess's hand, which is incredibly dark and twisted, but it's the easiest thing I could think of to solve the dead body problem. But now that that problem is solved, I get to think about all the good things that are going to happen today. Vanessa and I will be able to go to the forest and get our stuff, and then we'll be able to see our parents again. We'll be able to see our friends again, and we'll be able to go to school again. I'd usually hate school, but any kind of normalcy is a blessing right now, in contrast to the past week of my life. I'm so excited to become a normal teenager again.
"Hey," Vanessa says, her voice soft and sweet like the sunrise. She pulls her hand back to herself and I roll over to face her, sliding my left hand under the sheet and onto her waist in one swift motion.
"Good morning," I reply with a smile, and I see her smile back, even though her tired eyes are barely open.
"We're alive," she observes.
"Yeah," I agree. "We sure are."
"So what do you want to do today?" she asks.
"Go home," I say, and she nods.
"Same."
"Wanna get breakfast- or lunch or something?" I ask. She yawns before nodding and sitting up, pulling the sheet over herself.
"Where do you wanna go?" she asks.
"No idea," I answer. "We can go back into town again, maybe."
"For sure," she replies. She tucks her hair behind her ear before looking back down at me. "You know what's crazy?" she asks.
"What?"
"If we died yesterday, you would've been the love of my life." I pause.
"What?" I ask reflexively.
"Wait- okay, that doesn't mean that you're any less important to me now, but I'm just saying- like-"
"We need to stop being sentimental," I interrupt.
"What?" she asks. "What do you mean?"
"I don't think either of us know how exactly to articulate our thoughts about each other, except I know one thing for sure."
"And that thing is...?"
"I'm so in love with you that I can't explain how much I'm in love with you." She laughs, and that's another thing I love about her. The way her eyes light up when she laughs, shining like diamonds.
"Now you're the one being too sentimental," she says. I roll over and jump out of bed, racing over to her side of bed to sweep her into a hug as she confusedly gets up as well. "What is going on with you?" she asks.
"Nothing," I say.
"Then why are you randomly hugging me? Did something happen?"
"Did I not make out with you until midnight?" I ask. "Is it really that weird that I'm hugging you?"
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