Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?

Chapter Five

Evening was upon us before I even had a chance to fully comprehend that it was no longer morning. The sun fell into the horizon so we were bathed in a dim orange glow as night took hold. It was beautiful, this precious exchange of sky that made up twilight. I would have enjoyed it more if there weren’t so many thoughts crammed into my mind, all fighting for my immediate attention.

Jack, trying his best to be repentant, had stayed to his end of the bed while I had mine. I hated the way that he expected me to be grateful for this small deed, as if it had been excruciatingly painful or terribly difficult for him to keep his sarcastic comments to himself. All he did was not move for God’s sake.

                So, really, it was unfounded as to why I found myself watching him throughout the rest of the movie. As he smiled absentmindedly every time something funny happened or when things seemed to be taking a turn for the better.  He’d caught me staring once but I had simply glared before returning to the film, pretending I’d been paying attention to it all along. I was still mad at him for being so forward earlier and there was no way I was going to forgive him that easily.

“Bed time,” Jack chimed after the third Harry Potter’s credits rolled and the bedroom window was overlooking an inky black sky.

When the first movie had ended we discovered that neither of us had the heart or energy to go out into the deserted real world. It was lucky really that Jack had the whole Harry Potter collection because otherwise we wouldn’t have had such an easy excuse to remain where we were.

However, this meant that I had nothing with me. No clothes. No fluffy pink pillow. No toothbrush. My entire nightly routine was ruined – as if it hadn’t been already by the worlds’ disappearance – and I was stuck in Jack’s house.

“Can I borrow something to sleep in?” I asked sheepishly, trying to still be mad at him.

“Sure, my Mom is bound to have someth-.”

“I couldn’t borrow anything of your Mother’s,” I exclaimed in horror.

“Why not?”

“Because that is rude.”

“So is denying my offer.”

“Couldn’t I just borrow something of yours?”

“Oh, so you’re fine with borrowing from me.”

“Well yes because, now this may come as a surprise, I don’t like or respect you. Your mother is a perfect stranger and I’m already spending the night in her house, the last thing I want is for you to go raid her drawers for me.”

“You’re right Soph, that revelation was a complete shock,” Jack drawled, shooting me a bored look. “And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a girl so I don’t have some nice little pyjamas for you to wear.”

This back and forth bickering carried on for some time and resulted in me standing at his doorway draped in his baggy baseball shirt and loose bed shorts. He stared at me stupidly for a few minutes before I had the nerve to bark a “what are you looking at?”