Pillow Talk

3.

I lightly knocked on the door like all those nights before and waited for Jared to open the door. Once he swung the door open, his eyes squinted in confusion of what he was seeing. "Elizabeth?"

"I only straightened my hair, I didn't shave it off." I patted the hair that took hours to lay flat. The constant burns on my neck and the amount of time made me want to just quit.

I walked into Jared's house and looked around once more. His house was filled with dozens of pictures of his family and little trinkets he must have made when he was a child. I walked over to a picture frame with his mother, his father, Jared, and a boy I had never seen around. The boy in the picture had his arm around Jared's shoulder with a big cheesy on his face.

"I really should come to your house in the daylight. I don't know anything about your family. Even your brother and he seems to be your favorite person. You even painted him a mural." I walked back to Jared and smiled up at him. "What's his name again? It's Jordan, right? I should meet him"

"Well, you actually can't-"

"Who's down there?" A man's voice yelled from the top of the stairs.

A string of curses left Jared's parted lips when he grabbed my hand and rushed out of his house in a hurry. Our feet hit the snow covered ground as his father trailed behind him, screaming and cursing after us in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. A child's baseball bat held firmly in his hands.

"I'll get you, you little punks!" Jared's father yelled after us, unaware that he was yelling at his own child.

Jared and I continued to run, our feet pounding along with our hearts. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I didn't know if it was all this running, or if was just how close my hands were so close to Jared.

"I think it's safe to go back to your house," I say as I slow down, my hand still interlocked with Jared's. "Besides, if you explain to your Dad, he wouldn't be mad."

"You haven't met my Dad. Let's just crash at your house and I'll leave before your mom even wakes up. I just need a little bit of sleep." Jared led the way back to our houses. We must have ran far because I didn't even realize where we were.

When we got to my house, I slipped off my rain boots and Jared looked down at his feet. "I didn't even realize I was barefoot." Jared lifted his left foot to reveal crimson blood seeping into the snow. The clashing colors were so beautiful, that I forgot about Jared and his bleeding foot. "I know the color contrast is nice, I do, but I'm bleeding really bad and I think I may need a tetanus shot."

"Oh right, let's just bring you in here. I can just clean you up and then we can go to sleep." I turned the door knob and opened up the door. I looked back at Jared and sighed, "But can you please remember that my mother is upstairs. And she has super human hearing or something." I stepped into the house and I felt around for the light switch. I flicked it up and the dark was replaced with light.

"Just go to the couch, I'll bring the rubbing alcohol and a wet cloth. Also, don't bleed all over the couch. It's a pain to get stains out of that couch." I ran to through the hallway and went through the medicine cabinet. I ran back to Justin to find him passed out on the couch, his chest moving up and down slowly in rhythm.

"Jared, come on, wake up. I need to put the alcohol on your foot." I walked to the other side of the couch and sat down. I plopped his foot on my lap and put the rubbing alcohol on the cloth. "This is going to hurt like a bitch, you know."

"I know, just put it on." Jared moaned. He put his arm over his eyes and sighed. "It's the worst feeling in the-"

Jared tensely mumbled as I rubbed the wet cloth on his foot. "What the hell Liz! Don't you know you're supposed to tell a person before you cause them pain?" A string of curses left his mouth at a fast pace.