Stay the Night

.Two

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He turned around after inspecting the area for a while, "Sweetie I must say, this is the most elaborate plan just to stay a night with handsome old me. I'm kind of flattered you'd go to this length. I had no idea you'd take me up with my suggestion earlier on."

I wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Trying to stay silent was obviously not going to work especially when he felt the need to open that mouth of his without a much needed filter. 

"Dont call me sweetie" I huffed out, contemplating if escaping the house while it was collapsing was really worth this visit. 

"And why would I sacrifice my lovely home for you, thats like trading a diamond for a few little pieces of coal."

"Ouch sweetie, I know you don't mean that. It's okay your secret is safe with me" he winked, he actually winked.

I could feel my hand twitching. The need to slap him was strong with this one. 

"Don't call me that" I said through gritted teeth. Everything about him at the moment irking me.

With that in hand he left, proceeding to ignore me. Which I was glad. I was finally left alone to gather my thoughts and to actually process the reality of today. 

It wasn't long before my parents made it in, my mother looking shaken. Clutching my dads hand as if her life depended on it. My father's face grave, keeping a strong front for my mother. 

Hail and George, Mason's parents, were right behind them fussing over the arrangements, catching the eye of their son.

"Mason go and set up the guest room and take Evelyn to Heath's room"

Even from afar you could tell he was struggling not to groan, but of course no parent saw this action. He was clever to keep his discomfort of me from his parents. Neither of ours knowing about our major fallout. Accepting the lie that we only grew apart. 

Nowadays my eyes always tended to roll when he was around. It wasn't like he was extremely busy at 1am. Unless he still had his female company in his room. Which was very probable. I could feel the vomit from earlier making another appearance. 

As he cleaned up his mess in the kitchen, I slipped past the stricken hoard of people in the living room and up the stairs. I made my way down the all too familiar hallways of the Key residence. I spent many days of my childhood sprinting around this house, the layout memorised in my head. I had no trouble at all finding Health's room.

The first thing I noticed when I entered was the strong odour of manly spray. It was like he drowned the entire room in it. The next was that it looked exactly the way it always had. Like the end product of my house but all within the perimeter of his room.

All surfaces were filled with all kinds of nooks and crannies, the desk stacked with papers and books. One pile actually seemingly touching the ceiling, impressive. The walls were covered in a range of posters, from bands to models to the Big Bang Theory. 

The floor was a total pigsty. Every inch covered in something.

Did Heath even have a bed?

Not from the looks of it. He seemed to only have a mountain of clothes piled into the middle of the room. The room gave me a sudden headache. 

A sigh slipped my lips as I glanced around again. 

How the hell was I supposed to even walk to where I hoped the bed was?