Stay Home (Machine-gun-kelly)

9

A couple days passed since the kitchen talk with Ned and the guys. Maybe Ned was right. Being alone sucks. I really thought Colson would be here but he wasn't. Maybe he chose to leave me alone? Who knows at this point, but It was nice to think about.

I laid in my bed with a pillow over my face and sighed. I had read all of my books, listened to all of my albums and played every game possible on my phone. I can cook? Try a new recipe? But can't waste supplies. I could clean, but the caios out in that living room seems to work for all of us.

The movement on the bed broke me out of my thoughts. Great, he's here but that wasn't why i panicked, I didn't have pants on under my tshirt.

"Nice". Colson chuckled and I threw the pillow at him.

"How about some privacy". I hissed and grabbed my pants off the chair and put them on quickly.

"I didn't mind looking. It was the touching part I had a problem with". He winked.

"What do you want"? I asked and walked out of my room.

"I came to check in on you. I'm finished with work". He followed me out.

I grabbed a mug and poured myself some coffee and turned to him right behind me. To close for my liking.

"Are you trying to ignore me"? He smirked.

"Is it working"? I sassed.

"Not even close. You're just giving me all these signals". He laughed and grabbed my mug.

"Signals? What signals"? I asked. He can't be serious.

"Well, everytime I say something, you say something back. You must want me to continue". He grinned, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Absolutely not".

"Whatever you say". He smirked and walked over to the couch.

Why does he do this? He's purposely getting under my skin and all for what? To make it known he's a guy? I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, grabbing the remote from his painted black finger nails.

"My only purpose is this television. You may take my life away from being by myself but find your own Netflix shows to watch". I said and sat down next to him.

He didn't say anything, only snickered. Before he could make a comment a knock on the door startled both of us. Who would that be? I turned to him and he shook his head. I quickly got up and walked over to the door and they pounded on it this time. Colson grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, a gun in his hand. I panicked as he peaked out the peephole.

"Homeless guy, he's sick. Don't answer it". He whispered. I went to say something but he covered my mouth.

"Please help. I'm in trouble". He called out from behind the door.

I moved to get out of Colson grip but his leg stopped me, placing it between mine.

"He's in trouble". I said once I finally got his hand off of my mouth.

He gave me a look but that's not what stopped me. It was the sound of a gun clicking into place outside of the door. I looked up at Colson who shook his head. I grabbed his hand. Squeezing it and stood behind him now.

"Last warning. Open up". The man spoke.

Colson backed us up into the hall closet and turned to me. "Stay here. Don't move and don't talk. I'll come get you after".

"Wait, after"? But he already shut me in. That's when i heard the front door open. I slid down the wall, Pulling my legs to my chest.

I chose to ignore the commotion, I was scared enough. After some yelling it died down quickly. The only sound was a sneeze. I opened the closet to see Colson locking the deadbolt and lean against the door. "Fuck". He mumbled.

I opened the door fully and grabbed his collar. "What happened. Who sneezed"? I asked and he grabbed both of my arms.

"He did. I shut the door before that". He said

I wasn't sure what came over me but I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him tight for a hug. He stood up straight, lifting me off the ground a bit.

"Please let go". He groaned and I shook my head.

He set the gun down and slapped his hands to his side as he practically walked us to the kitchen. "You have to let go eventually". He chuckled.

I didn't care how weird this was. What if that was me? What if that guy coughed or sneezed on me? It's stupid to think about but this time in life you can't risk anything. I nuzzle my head closer into his neck and very slowly he wrapped one arm around me, squeezing me back.

"Thank you". I whispered.

He patted my hip. "Can you let go now"? He asked.

I shook my head again. Why I don't know. Was it just the touch of someone? Was it the comfort? I didn't know but I couldn't force myself to let go. This was the longest ice ever hugged someone.

He stood up and broke the hug, holding my hands to my side. His face close to mine. "Hug me later babe. Right now I need more coffee". He smirked and walked away.

My heart skipped, why? I mentally smacked myself, I gave him a whole speech about being able to do things on my own and I act like this after he protects me again.

"I mean, we can do other things to thank me". He smirked and took a sip of his coffee.

Nope. There's the annoyance.

I rolled my eyes and walked back over to the television. I needed to distract myself somehow. When Toby walked in he handed Colson some money and sat next to me.

"You're the talk of the supply line". He chuckled.

"Why"? I asked.

"You and Colson sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g". Toby picked.

I slapped his arm as Colson sat on the other side of me. "Sounds like a fun night".

Now they both started picking on me.