Oh my god, an update! After months of nothing! How much more pathetic can I get?! Pretty sure I'm at the limit!
I'm so sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations. To make it up for you guys, how would you like it if I did a chapter in Marty's POV? Would that be fun or nah?
Anyways, hope you enjoy my shitty existence!
~ Tilly
Mary-Anne hasn't destroyed the house in a few days. That was my first thought when I stepped into the shower.
My second thought was about Alex. Alex this, Alex that, Alex, Alex, Alex. Did he want something? Did someone dare him to help the messed up emo girl? Is he being paid? Or is he just a cruel slime ball that's gonna pull me to my feet then shove me over again?
But... something told me he wouldn't do that. And that those aren't the reasons he's being nice. I mean, who would pay him? He only talks to Marty, and Marty definitely isn't the type who would do that. In fact, I used to be friends with Marty until middle school, where we grew distant. I don't even remember his last name anymore. But in those few years of friendship, there's nothing there that would urge Marty to hurt me. I think.
Alex... is different from the other kids. He smiles brighter, laughs longer, and his eyes twinkle more. He's like a fluffy cloud with a rainbow, and I just can't help but feel like smiling whenever he's around.
I press my fingers against my chest, wincing. What are these feelings?
My head feels dizzy. I shouldn't have pushed myself. I should have bandaged up.
The dizzy attack passes. I sigh, then finish washing up and turn the water off. Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around me and dry myself, stray water droplets falling to the ground.
I knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, Alex! Toss me some clothes!"
There was a muffled "'Kay!", then silence. I heard some shuffling, and the sound of drawers being opened.
I sigh again, pulling the towel tighter around me. Since Mary-Anne wasn't here, I was actually able to take a good, long shower. That felt nice.
There was a knock on the door. "I'm putting them on the floor," Alex says. Some rustling and creaking. "Are you okay?"
I sniff. "No, I'm Vivian."
I could literally hear him rolling his eyes.
Hun, if you're gonna roll them any more they're gonna pop out of your head.
"You know what I mean," he says.
"What if I don't?"
"Vivian."
"I thought I was Okay?"
"Vivian!"
Tch. "You're no fun."
"Good." Then he left.
Pushing the door open just a tad, I saw the small pile of clothes on the floor. Using my foot, I drag them inside the bathroom and shut the door, dropping the towel. I pull on my undergarments (when did I say he can go through my personal drawer?! Dude!), then a baggy shirt and sweatpants.
"I could take a hike to Mount Everest and come back and you'd still be changing!" Alex calls. I scoff.
"Go ahead!" I yell back.
My hands still bled, but not as much as before. Opening the door, I shuffle across the hall, entering my room.
I stand in the doorway, blinking. Alex looks up from the floor, face innocent. "What?"
