Wreck

Better

I spent half an hour-yes HALF AN HOUR-listening to Billie's squabbling and tantrums, trying to get him to swallow his meds.
"Come on, just take them!" I snapped, holding the water to his face while pressing the tablets to his lips.
He mumbled in protest and shook his head, making me tip the water over his face. I stared at him, my lips pressed together, awaiting his reaction. He blinked, his wet lashes clumping together, and looked at me. Before I could stop myself I snorted, unable to control myself, which quickly escalated to hysterical laughter.

"It's not funny!" Billie grumbled, pouting and wiping his face, "now my shirt's wet."

Well you'll have to take it off then, won't you...
Not now!

"Well, if you just took them like a grown up then it wouldn't have happened, would it?"

"Fine!" He snatched the tablets from me, threw them back and drank what was left of the water in the glass. He briefly gagged, recovered and then thrust the glass in my direction.

I took it from him, "there, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I still feel like shit."

"Well it's not gonna work straight away is it you jackass?"

He sulked away from me and grunted.

"You wanna get that shirt off?"

He scoffed, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He said almost spitefully.

"Hey, come on. Nothings changed, we're still mates, we've seen a lot more of each other than a bare chest."

He shrugged, "yeah. I guess I should change."

He went to get up and winced, carefully propping himself against the headboard. He went to lift his shirt, but stopped with his top half way up his stomach, his face crumpling.

"Need some help with that?"

"I'm... fine..." he panted, trying to lift the shirt higher and yelping.

"Okay, stop. Just wait a second, I'll help you." I got closer to him and took the bottom of his shirt in my hands. I rolled it up his body and he reluctantly lifted his arms.
"See? It was easier that way, wasn't it?" I spoke as if talking to a child and he rolled his eyes.

"Fuck yourself."

I chuckled and he turned back to face me. My smile faded as he looked into my eyes and just stared at me. He got a little closer until our lips were inches from touching before quickly drawing away again.

He cleared his throat, "thanks."

"No problem." I said, still straight faced.
I helped him put another shirt on and got him into bed again. Mike was coming round later so I let him rest until then.

As I shut his bedroom door I couldn't help think of how close he had gotten to me... did it mean something?