Fireball

Chapter 6 : I'm Here And I'm Queer.

Chapter 6 : I'm here & I'm queer.

"Rae?!" A clouded voice echoed around me, causing me to groan at the breach of silence.

"I'm telling you man, she needs to see a doctor." Another voice chimed in, laced with worry.

"I already told you she hates doctors, there is no way she'd be okay with that." The first voice snapped back, allowing me to place who it was.

"M'fine." I mumbled hoarsely, "just sleeping."

I reluctantly opened my eyes to find Monty and Miller leaning over me.

"Just sleeping on the floor next to a broken plate with cake everywhere?" Miller asked disbelievingly, causing my eyes to widen as I scrambled up and looked at the remnants of my dessert.

I coughed awkwardly, "yeah basically."

Monty and Miller exchanged a look before gently pulling me up, and sitting me on my bed.

"What happened?" Monty asked, looking at me worriedly.

"Nothing m'fine." I said, rolling my eyes at the slur in my voice, which gave away the fact that I felt like I'd been ten rounds with a gorilla.

"I still say you need to see a doctor." Miller stated, pressing a hand against my forehead.

I batted his hand away in a sluggish movement, "I've had worse."

"Yeah, when you nearly died, about three times." Miller said, "they don't count."

"I gotta speak to Clarke." I ignored Miller and attempted to stand up, wobbling precariously in the process.

"No way." Miller said, "Monty might be too scared to defy you-" Cue raged protests from Monty himself "-but you're not well enough and I'm not letting you leave this room."

I stared at him dumbfounded, "letting me? You're not letting me leave this room?" I scoffed. "Congratulations to me on my new third parent."

I saw Monty roll his eyes and shoot Miller his I-Told-You-So expression, to which Miller responded with a glare.

"Why do you need to speak to Clarke so badly anyway?" He asked, keeping a hand firmly on my forearm and guiding me back into a sitting position.

"I gotta kiss the President." I replied deadpan.

I let my mouth lift up into a lazy grin as Monty's mouth dropped open, and Miller's eyebrows shot up.

"You gotta what?"

"It's a metaphor." I explained gently to Miller, before allowing my eyes to flicker over to Monty. "Hey Mon, shut your mouth you'll catch flies. Or whatever other creepy shit is going around here... Probably an STD." I mumbled under my breath.

"A metaphor for what?" Miller asked, scrunching his face up into an unattractive frown.

I shrugged, "hell if I know. I didn't figure that bit out yet."

There was a momentary pause, as I checked out the silent room. An abundance of beds, a few tables, books and lamps. Pretty boring decor after you spent a heck of a long time surrounded by trees and deadly animals.

"Is food time over?" I asked curiously, "where is everyone?"

"Some kind of an assembly." Monty answered, "they rang an alarm. But when you didn't show, we came to find you."