I woke up, suffering from heat stroke, because I was being held by Alex, and we were covered in seven blankets. I felt my cheeks heat up a little.He was so.....NO! What are you thinking? Just because some heartbroken guy comes in a hugs you to death doesn’t mean you can get a mushy on him. I peeled away from him, trying to be quiet as possible. But apparently this boy is the lightest sleeper ever.
“Lisa? Please don’t go.” He grabbed my hand again, just like before, but I made him a promise and I was going to keep it. I slid back into the warm bed, taking off a few covers and gave him a hug that seemed to last forever.
“I promise I’ll be back, I’m just going to get a fan and some water okay?” I hugged him again and squeezed his hand in comfort. I felt the bile in my stomach coming back up and I ran to the kitchen. I grabbed the glass I always use and downed a bunch of water, trying to put out the fire. Now for that fan. Where would I be if I was fan in this huge house? I padded out to the garage and looked in there, but no. No fan. Note to self, find fan before it’s dark as fuck everywhere and you have no patience. I slammed the garage door, making me jump slightly, and then thought for another minute. “Screw it.” I muttered to myself. I was hoping that Jake was still awake and if he wasn’t then I would just take his. I stepped from the carpeted living room floor to the wooded hallway floor and nearly yelped. Damn this floor is oddly cold. I don’t want my room this cold but I don’t need it sweltering like Jake. Poor boy is going to get heat stroke in his own house someday. I walked up stairs and peeked in his room. The T.V. wasn’t on and there was no snoring. So he was either dead or in the art studio. I think I would know if he died and he doesn’t usually sleep except on the weekends. I walked up the second flight of stairs to where the studio and our guest bedroom was. We have two others in the other upper hallway to the right but I told Jake to put Justin in this one so that He was close to someone if he needed help. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and clutched my chest. It felt all weird when ever I thought about Justin. Because you’re in love stupid. I thought. I tried to push the thought to a corner and banish it but it came popping up like some unwanted roach. I was always looking for him and I felt a pull towards him like none other. I mean I had some of that pull for Alex too, which might mean nothing, but it was definitely there. I shook my head to get rid of thoughts that would only make me stand here for hours over-analyzing life, and continued up stairs.
I looked down the hallways and saw that Justin’s light was on. Maybe he needed something, it would give me a reason to see if he’s okay. I shielded my eyes from the light that was peering out from the crack where Justin left his door open a little. I went to knock on it but I heard talking and I have no filter when I’m tired. Therefore I decided that being a little nosy wouldn’t ever hurt anybody.
“It’s going to be okay, Justin. I promise. We can do whatever we want soon but just wait for things to calm down okay? I know you want to tell her....but we just can’t yet okay? She won’t handle it very well.” It was Jake’s voice. Why was he in here this late at night? Probably checking on him like you are. Duh. I mentally slapped myself. Why was I being so stupid? Oh yeah, maybe because it’s 2:30 in the morning. Nothing good ever happens after 2 in the morning.
“I don’t how much longer I can keep it from her Jakey.” He put his forehead in his hand and rubbed his fingers through his hair. He was seriously stressing about something.My eyes widened when he said Jakey. No one calls him that, except me when I want something, but he hasn’t liked that name since he was force to break up with one of his ex’s who, obviously, called him Jakey. Justin continued.
