Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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Hey... How's it going guys? We're just gonna ignoreee the amount of time I was gone for okay...? I'm so sorry guys :( I've been so busy and obviously I dont wanna rush writing this bc yall deserve nothing but the best :D Okay anyway enjoy yall <3 (sorry again)

The rays of early morning sunlight shining in my eyes was what finally woke me up. My whole body was aching as if someone had killed me. I rubbed my eyes in order to wake myself up a bit more and unwillingly  pried them open, knowing I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anyway. A gasp of confusion escaped my throat at the fact that I was still outside. For a good few moments I could not recollect for the life of me where I was or why.

Then I became aware of the fact my head was resting on Reese's shoulder as he lay fast asleep, looking more adorable than ever, his arm was wrapped around me while we were both propped up against the crusty musty garden chair as it stabbed into our backs.

I must have fallen asleep while we were talking last night. No wonder, I was so fucking exhausted after sleeping in that damn uncomfortable bus seat for 3 days straight.

We had talked for hours and watched the stars gleaming in the clear night sky until we let the fire burn out almost completely. And then Reese must have fallen asleep soon after me. I vaguely remembered him tapping my shoulder and saying something about going inside, but I hadn't even had the energy to open my eyes. 

Now I sat here still trying to wake myself up properly, reflecting on the things me and Reese had talked about last night and on my fucking stupid life choices as I observed the cluttered, unkempt garden. The sandpit that was scattered with weather worn toys, the yellowish grass, the burnt out fire and the blue picket fence. Reese's deep, steady breaths along with his warmth made me feel safe. The longer I sat there, the more I became aware of the fact that my ass was wet from the morning dew on the grass. I wearily glanced at my watch. 5:43. Fuck this shit. 

I really had to shower and get some fresh clothes but I didn't want to wake Reese up. And I supposed that while I was here I could go to our house one last time before I'd be gone forever. We had a spare key hidden in one of our plant pots that I could use to get in. To come to terms with really leaving, I guess. 

And... I didn't know what the fuck I would do next, truthfully. I'd very much fucked up my life beyond comprehension. Mom will actually fucking kill me, if I amen't already dead to her. I seriously have no fucking idea what I was thinking. Those impulsive thoughts really got a chokehold of me, and only now the impact of what I'd actually done was crashing down on me. Well, while I was on the bus mild concern did float around the back of my mind - But I knew somewhere deep down that way too big of a decision had been made to go back now, so even though I knew this was stupid and I was so fucked, I didn't go back. I couldn't, really - I was way too occupied with looking forward to seeing Reese to actually address any of it.

And to keep my mind off things, and avoid going insane I read almost all 1,000+ pages of Stephen Kings IT that I stole from mom's old bookshelf. But now that I think of it that might have just made me go more insane as a result. 

Oh yeah. I could finish reading that since I'm up so damn early. It's not like I've got anything better to do. And Jesus fucking Christ, it's summer.

I carefully got up to not wake Reese and gently treaded over the wet grass to the terrace where my bag was propped up against the wall and took my book out. The garden chair was not my preferable choice of seating, but it's not like there were many options. I couldn't really focus since every few minutes my eyes would dart up to stared at Reese and how cute he was.