Saving the Last Dance For You PG version (Completed)

Chapter 45: The Weird Episode of Leightons

Chapter 45:

When Leighton woke up the next morning he was frustrated.

"Babes?! Why didn't you clean my clothes? I have nothing to wear!" He said.

"I'm not your babes." I said getting up. "You told me last night that there was something over there for me to wash for you." I said pointing at the floor where his dirty clothes normally are.

"There wasn't anything there so I tried to get your pants off and you got all nasty on me!" I said, shaking my head.

"Oh, please, don't act like you don't like this." He said gesturing towards his body.

"Ha!" I said walking out the door after getting dressed.

"Guess I'll just wear these clothes again." He said, tugging at his clothes he already had on.

He sprayed cologne on himself and smirked at me before walking beside me.

We were walking down the long hallway.

I could smell his stench and I was way ahead of him!

I looked back at him shaking my head.

When I saw William I ran to him and kissed him and then we started making out.

"You look pretty." He told me.

"Thank you, you look handsome." I told him looing him up and down.

"You smell good too!" I said kissing him again.

He pulled away for air.

"I do it for you babes." William said.

I looked back at Leighton and smirked.

Leighton scoffed.

"What's his problem?" William asked me.

I thought of Mason when William said that, then I shook it out of my thoughts, I didn't want to go back down that road again.

I smiled at William.

"Nothing, he's just jealous." I said, doing my best mopey impression of Leighton.

William smiled and kissed my nose.

We walked the rest of the way to class and Leighton and I sat by each other.

After the third class we had lunch.

The day quickly passed and when it did I went back to my dorm room and Leighton was lying on the bed watching tv.

I went in the bathroom to change into my pjs and when I was done I walked over to my bed and Leighton was sitting on it.

"Get off!" I said at Leighton with my voice raised.

He got off and stood and looked at me.

I saw he had been drinking.

He said something and it sounded slurred.

"Leighton you're drunk, why don't you go lie down in your bed." I suggested.

He was weird when he was drunk, more flirty than usual and sometimes he cried.

"I want to cuddle with you, baby." He said.

"No, Leighton, get off." I said as he tried to hug me.

I didn't know what he was gonna do, I just never hugged him so it was awkward.

He dropped to his knees and put his hands over his eyes.

I sighed.

Here come the tears! I was about to say, but he said something that made me puzzled.

"Mom, please come to bed and cuddle with me, I'm scared." He asked in a gentle voice, looking up at me.

He wasn't being nasty, he just wanted to be cuddled with.

"Leighton, it's me Nadine, you are REALLY drunk so you should just lie down ok?" I said.

He gently grabbed my hand.

"Please mommy?" He asked.

What had gotten into him?

"Leighton are you ok?" I felt his head and he was burning up.

I called the ambulance and they showed up within a few minutes and checked him out.

They said he was fine he just had a cold.

I thanked them and they left.

It was really weird he called me mommy though; I mean I had the cold a few times after I moved into the dorm with Leighton and I didn't call him daddy.

"Do you want some soup?" I asked him.

He nodded.

After a few minutes he was done with his soup and he asked me to lay with him.

I refused but decided to sleep on the floor beside him instead.

Just to keep an eye on him.

He woke up in the middle of the night sobbing.

"Leighton, are you ok?" I asked him.

"My-M-My, mom died." He cried.

I shushed him and sat on the bed next to him.

He laid his head on my shoulder and hugged me.

After a while he was asleep and I had laid back 10 minutes before.

I felt bad for him.

The next morning he had "The worst hangover" and I got him some Tylenol and water.

"Leighton, do you remember anything, from last night?" I asked him.

"My mom." He said.

He looked like he was going to cry again.

"What happened to her, Leighton?" I asked him sitting beside him.

"She was hit by a car." He said.

Then he looked up at me.

"I saw it happen." He said, as a few tears fell down his face.

"I'm sorry, Leighton." I told him.

I pulled him into a hug and he cried on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Leighton." I said again, but in a whisper.

He pulled away after a couple minutes and looked at me.

I flashed him a sympathetic look and he got up from bed and went into the bathroom.

I felt so bad for him.