One Night

5.

I wake up with my legs still raised and my head was on Dyke's shoulder. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder pulling me in close. I snuggle closer into his shoulder enjoying the warmth.

"You know I could get used to this." He murmurs. I open my eyes and notice it is pitch black. "What happened?" He asks.

"Nothing much... You just spilled your deepest darkest secrets and I told you something." I tell him. He chuckles,

"Wow... That definitely isn't much." He jokes. I sigh. "Tell me about you..." He trails off.

"What do you want to know?" I ask.

"I don't know. Tell me something." He replies.

"Um... Well I like the color red... Um Sheila is my adoptive mum-"

"Wait... You said she isn't your mum" he buts in.

"She isn't. She is more a sister than a mum. But I would do anything for her." I tell him.

"Oh." He mutters. "Can I ask a personal question?"

"You want to know about my dad don't you?" I ask. I feel him nod his head. I sigh.

"When my mum left he became violent. Got put into social and haven't seen him since." I say. My eyes water at the memory.

"Shit Lou. You have had a crappy life. You must be glad I came into it and made it better." He says trying to joke and make everything seem lighter. I let out a fake chuckle.

"You're probably the best thing that has ever happened to me." I say playing the doey eyed in love girl. He laughs,

"I knew it" he exclaims. I role my eyes.

"Roughly what is the time?" I ask.

"Probably around tenish." He tells me. I sigh,

"Where is my bag?" I ask sitting up. He sits up with me.

"Over there." He points it out. I reach for it and pull it onto my lap. I take out all of my pills and try to find the one I need to take. "How have you managed to do this everyday without anyone knowing?" He asks. I sigh,

"Like you said earlier. I'm always ill." I reply. He stiffens.

"I seriously feel like an idiot right now." He tells me.

"Don't worry I didn't want anyone to know." I tell him. I freeze when I feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He whispers in my ear. I feel my body flush at our close proximity.

"Um... It is okay... Don't worry." I stutter. He releases me and coughs awkwardly.

"Sooo" he sighs.

"So." I repeat.

"Are you hungry? I think I may have some food." He tells me. I smile politely at him.

"I would probably but I will throw it up knowing me." I tell him.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"Don't worry you don't know anything about it so stop saying sorry." I tell him. He chuckles.

"For someone who has dealt with a lot how come you are still nice and still manage to get up?" He asks.

"Because if I don't I'm not helping anyone." I answer immediately. He gulps and nods his head. I stand up and stretch, before walking a few lengths of the room.