When I wake up, I feel really cold. I'm shivering in my bed, feeling lethargic and just unbelievably cold. I try to breathe deeply, snuggling in to the covers to warm myself, but I still feel freezing. I'm just lying there quietly when I hear soft, crisp, clicks at my window. I walk over, wrapped in a blanket, and see Anthony standing below my window in a light layer of snow with a handful of pebbles.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair so that we can walk to school together," he says. I smile a little and say,
"Oh, brave knight, how I wish I could, but I'm sick," and Anthony face flashes with worry.
"I'm going to care for you the whole day ma lady," he begins, smiling, and then he frowns, "But how should I get in?" Before I can offer to simply open the door for him downstairs, he disappears from view. I stick my head out the window, looking around wildly for a minute before I hear a type of knock. I whip around and Anthony is perched on a branch in front of another one of my windows. I rush to the window and open it, watching as he climbs from the branch, through the window, and in to my room.
"Well that was fun," he says, and he's only panting slightly.
"No offense," he says, "but you look terrible." That's when I remember that I'm in sweatpants and a black tank top. I run my fingers through my hair and glance in a mirror when I see that it's really not anything to do with that, it's my skin, it's practically white, although it's not like I'm exceptionally pretty in the first place. Anthony puts his hand on my arm, about to say something, but something cuts him off,
"You're freezing. Get back in bed," he says. I slouch over to the bed and shuffle in between the sheets. He pulls off his jacket and shirt, shakes off his shoes and climbs in next to me. I try not to touch him, but he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me over to him.
"Well this is cozy," he says, making me laugh. I'm beginning to feel a little warmer when he starts talking again,
"I think you have hypothermia... You were out in the snow yesterday when your clothes were soaked. That's probably not good and what the hell is slithering down my pant leg...!?!" I twist around it the bed so that I facing him and I put my hand on his chest.
"Don't freak out... That's just how strong my desire is to get in your pants. It became so strong that it formed in to a being of it's own." Now I've got him laughing, but his smile melts away when he says something else,
"Your desire is wrapping around my leg and squeezing a bit."
"I'm gonna put my hand down your pants, okay,"
"Yeah."
"By the way," I ask, "do you have a fear of snakes?" I say as I put my hand down Anthony's pants, stroking Nagini until she spins around and wraps around my arm. I carefully take my arm out of his pants and reveal Nagini, who doesn't seem excited about having to leave her new spot of warmth. Anthony sits up in bed and stares at the snake who is now coiling around my other arm, and once around my neck.
"So you have a pet snake? That's not creepy..."
"Yeah, her name is Nagini," I say. I carefully put her back in her cage and I turn on her heat lamp. I crawled back in to my bed next to Anthony and he pulled me close once more. This time I was facing him and I put my hands on his chest. We started talking and we never stopped until around noon.
"It's lunch time," he says, "I'm gonna go make food. BRB!" and he ducks out of my bed and races down the hall, shirtless. I wait for a little while before I decide to head to the living room. I wrap myself in a blanket and go down the stairs, in to the living room, only having brought down my IPod and headphones. This is when I see Anthony's backpack on the floor. It's a plain black and grey plaid design on the outside, but on the inside I see his sketch book. I pull the book out from the rest and flip to the first page. It's a watercolor scene of a dark sky being poked by skyscrapers. The next page is a drawing of a young girl, lying in a meadow. This picture is followed by another watercolor scene of the beach and it is very realistic. I continue looking until I get to some more recent drawings. One of Ruby sitting on his desk, one of Penelope in the lunch room, one of Logan which has angry eyebrows, buckteeth, and a moustache drawn on it in sharpie. Then I get to the last ones. After Logan's picture there are five more drawings and they're all of me. One of my back, walking in the hallway, the people around me just smudged, black outlines. One of me, sitting at my desk, bent over the book I've been reading. Another of me, sitting at a lunch table, smiling. One of me looking up, kneeling on the floor, picking up my books and the last one is, in my opinion, the best one of me. It's when Anthony and I fell in the snow. You just see my head and shoulders and there are delicate snow flakes in my hair. It's so detailed and beautiful. I put it away just in time because Anthony slowly comes through the door with a tray in his hands.
"I'm over here," I say and he turns toward me frowning.
"You aren't supposed to be moving. You are supposed to be HEALING," he says, saying healing as if he's a preacher. I smile and he sets down the tray on the ottoman.
"What do you want to watch?" he asks and I gleefully point to a DVD on the mantle. He picks it up and his smile is bigger than I've ever seen it.
"ADVENTURE TIME!" he shouts. I laugh wildly as he puts the DVD in the player. His back is to me and I can't help but look at him. Even his back is muscular. When he turns around he doesn't notice me starring at his front because he's too busy pondering the DVD case. He has an 6 pack that is beautifully complimented by that V that guys typically envy. His arms are toned and strong looking and even in winter he has a pretty nice tan. I look away at just the perfect time because he suddenly looks up. He sits down next to me, pulling himself under the blanket. He picks up the two bowls of mac and cheese and hands one to me. We both eat and watch adventure time, one of my favorite shows. When I put my bowl down, there is only 1/4 of the mac and cheese left. I can't believe that I've eaten that much. I just feel comfortable around Anthony, like he won't judge me for eating like everyone else does. I still can't believe that he sacrificed his popularity for me. By the time we are half way through the second seaon, I'm comfortably cuddled against Anthony, and let me tell you, he's warm. He creates heat like an oven and he doesn't seem to notice that he does and it doesn't seem to bother him. I'm practically in his lap, and we're covered with a blanket and he isn't complaining. I try to stop myself from falling asleep, but when Anthony shifts me on to his lap, I can't help myself. I'm so warm and comfortable! My head rests against his chest and with his slow rhythmic breathing, I can't stop it. Just as I fall asleep, I hear him say something, but I don't pay attention,
"I'm going to fix you. I know that parts of you are broken and I'm going to fix them. I promise."
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Through the Cracks
Lãng mạnAlly has never had friends. Ally has never had parents who really cared for her. Ally has never had a peaceful day at school. She is anorexic, though she has never had it treated. She has horrible times of depression though she always just puts...
