loml - Walker Scobell

11. vampire

i woke up with a big headache. how much did i really drink last night? i slowly got out of bed and found aryan sleeping soundly on my floor with a blanket and a pillow. i felt bad that he stayed over and had to sleep on the floor because i was probably too drunk to do anything about it. i probably passed out before my head even hit the pillow.

i stretched and stepped over aryan. he was snoring loudly and i decided i would let him sleep for a few more minutes because he is probably tired. i headed out my room and to the bathroom, quickly using the toilet then brushing my teeth and hair. i pulled my hair up into a messy bun then came back into my room and changed into a hoodie and shorts from my dress. i sighed and kneeled down, shaking aryan gently.

"good morning aryan."

he stirred then sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"what time is it?" he asked, turning towards me.

"almost 10 am," i replied.

he groaned and got up.

"you were crazy drunk last night liv."

"i know, i know. did i do anything stupid? or was i fine?" my eyebrows raised in question.

aryan sucked his lips in. my eyebrows quickly lowered. uh oh.

"what?" i said again when he didn't answer.

"you uhm, called walker on your phone but i don't know what you said before i came outside to get you."

i shut my eyes and palmed my forehead. what the fuck? why would i call walker? what did i say?

"oh my god." i rolled my eyes at myself. what could i have possibly said? what did walker say?

i tried to remember, but i got nothing. all i remember was being outside in the front yard at one point. i couldn't remember calling walker or even speaking to him at all. i groaned and sat down next to him.

"can we go to the beach today?" i asked, changing the subject.

"you always ask to go to the beach liv," aryan shut his eyes and looked like he was meditating.

"because the beach is my favorite thing ever! pleaseeee?" i begged.

"why am i not your favorite thing?" he frowned jokingly, "no i know, walkers your favorite."

i slapped his arm and he laughed. we got up and changed into our bathing suits. i walked out of the room and knocked on wesleys door. no answer so i opened it and saw him asleep. i gently woke him up and told him to come to the beach with us. i didn't ask or invite, i demanded that he would. and he did. he crawled out of bed and was in the bathroom for a few minutes before coming back into his room to change.

i wanted to get him outside and hanging out with us. its like hes been a vampire lately, hiding from the outside world, avoiding conversation and people. he has been sleeping a lot lately and i know its not good for his health to always be in bed, so i want him to come out and about with aryan and i. i just want him to be the best he can be, health wise and just overall happier. he was diagnosed with depression last month at the hospital, if i didn't mention that before. there is no reason for him to be depressed, no family member dying or anything, he made his own choices of quitting acting and his hobbies for some reason and just fell into a deep hole of depression. i wanted him to get better desperately.

wesley walked out of his room in his swim trunks and a long sleeve shirt. i already had a towel for him in my bag so we all got into the car and drove.

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the beach was a lot of fun with aryan today, besides the fact that wesley didn't even get in the water and sat in a beach chair the whole time. he never took his shirt off and all he did was go in the water up to his ankles. other than that, he just sat there while aryan and i tried to have fun and watched the sunset. i tried my hardest to get him in the water and to loosen up a bit and have fun but he just wouldn't.

aryan went home because we have been hanging out nonstop for like 2 days and we are taking a break. i was currently crying in my room. i had a feeling in my stomach that wesley wasn't going to get better and everything was going to go to shit. walker wasn't even reaching out anymore and aryan is the only thing that's helping me out lately. my parents just work as parents, giving us food and a roof to live under. they don't really talk to me about feelings or anything like that. of course, we talk, but im not as close to them as people would think. i do secretly hope i can get closer to them and they start to ask more questions about me. im jealous of those moms who want to know everything about their daughters day. the daughters think they are annoying but im envy of them. so very envy.

i eventually stopped crying and cuddled up in my covers in my bed. my face was surely tear stained because i cried hard for so long, but i didn't really care. i just felt the sleepiness crash over me in that moment, and i fell asleep.