Queenpin Of Wales

Chapter 11

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I liked daylight savings. Where the colder months are still dark out in the morning. Most mornings I struggle to stay awake. This morning was something special. It was something I've always dreamt about. Waking up next to Catherine. She wasn't awake like she was in New York. I was up before her. It was the calmest I've ever seen her. Her head rests on her arm. Her hair was a mess, scattered in front of her face, her curls were slept on making it matted. She didn't snore, she breathed out jaggedly through her nose. Her other hand draped over my body. She didn't want me to leave, she wanted to make sure I was close to her. Still there.

I had a slight headache. Usually, when I smoke too much pot this happens. It's not a painful headache. Just an empty feeling. My ears were on fire. The cottonmouth was the worst part. Our night wasn't as I planned. It was amazing but still wasn't what Cat and I envisioned. I liked sharing my bed with Catherine, but she was too warm. I unstuck my back away from her body kicking the sheets off my body. Not without tucking Cat back in. I moved one foot hitting something on my floor. I almost screamed.

"Jesus Christ woman! Kick me in the back why don't you!" It was Elliot asleep on my floor. "Why in the hell are you sleeping on my floor?! I thought you left!" I shushed him tentatively checking on Catherine. She huffed curling up to my pillow beside her head rolling over to her other side.

"The window froze, I couldn't get out! I'm just thankful you didn't start fooling around." He sat up fluffing the shirt he was using as a pillow. I always gave him shit over sleeping here overnight, but I wasn't worried about that at this time. I tip-toed around him unlocking the window latch, it opened easily for me. "Oh shut up! Here's your sign. Now amscray!" I pointed out the window. "You're going the same way you came in." He acted as though he was surprised. "What? No breaky?" I laughed silencing him again. "Shh! Will you shut it! You're going to wake Cat!" I whispered helping him through the window. "Haha! I'm going, I'm going. You two have fun. Don't stay in bed." He scooted his ass off my shingles.

"Wasn't planning on it! Bye, El!" I tried to shut the window softly. Catherine huffed out a breath.

"We aren't staying in bed?" She rolled over staring at me with her squinted eyes. I didn't realize she was wearing my hoodie. My favourite hoodie. I'm into every music genre. In my teens, I listened to rap and metal. But, now since I have somewhat grown out of heavy metal in a way, I still like metal but not death metal. I still kept my favourite Cannibal Corpse hoodie. How can I? I bought it from a dude on Facebook for 25 dollars, and it is a vintage 2003 logo. At the time, however, it was in better condition than it is today. It was heavy but not suffocating, it was warm yet airy. The sleeves have since rotted so I flipped them up. It was 2XL so it was incredibly baggy on me. The logo on the front and back has faded but not faded where you can't see it. The gory image on the back was still visible and the band's name still showed up brightly in red blood. To be honest with you, I can't recall the last time I washed it. Kinda gross I know, but I never wore it outside anymore. It was too special to me. I didn't want stains or rips. Seeing Catherine wrapped up in it gave me a sense of home. Two places I call home together. Her and my hoodie.

"I'm sorry Cat, did I wake you?" I crawled back into bed leaning over her. Her eyes tried to fully open wiping the sleep away with her fingers. "No darling, Elliot's whining woke me. I thought he left?" Her hand pulled my elbow making me fall on top of her. I giggled landing on her chest. Thank god my hoodie smelt like perfume. It didn't smell god awful. "So did I. What happened last night? I see you met my favourite hoodie." I fixed the strings of my pullover and created a perfect bow. "Oh, this ratty thing? It's warm, but annwyl, it's rotting. Look at the sleeves. The sleeves are just holes at this point. Let me get you a new one." I laughed absorbing my arms around her chest. "Hell no! You sound like my mother. This is my favourite hoodie! When I die, you either bury me in it or lay it in my casket." I ran my hand behind her back. The material was cold on her body yet soft. "By the time it's your time to go, this damn thing will be just a piece of string! Haha! You're too young to think of death. Don't wish it."