We'll Make It Work

Chapter Five

"Genevieve?" I heard my name being called in such a horrid manner. I could feel something evil. Something dark.

But there was no one in sight.

"Genevieve!" My name was being called over and over again. Getting louder and louder every time.

"Genevieve, Genevieve, GENEVIEVE!"

I was quickly awoken by the sound of the rain and thunder outside. My body shooting up like a rocket, examining my obvious surroundings. My body was shaky and my t-shirt was soaked from sweat.

I soon grabbed my phone, checking the time. 2:53 a.m. I groaned and got up, walking over to my chest of drawers and pulled put a new shirt, tossing the soaked one in the dirty clothes pile.

I lay back down, my body soon relaxing back into sleep mode. A loud crash is heard right outside my bedroom door, I run straight to my closet. My bedroom door slowly open, and I freeze.

Great, now I'm going to die. 

"G?" I heard a voice whisper. I soon unfroze when I realized who it was. 

"Mingus? What the hell! Why are you here? Do you even know what time it is?!" He takes off his shoes and jacket, walking over to my closet. 

"Um, why are you in your closet?" He laughs, flopping down onto my bed. 

"Um, why are you coming up in my house at three in the morning?" 

"I did something," He sighs. "Genevieve, please don't freak out okay? I can't go home right now. Let me stay here tonight and I'll explain in the morning." He began to kiss my hand sweetly but I shook my head.

"Please!" He begged. "Come on, G. I'd do the same for you, and you know it!" I stood my ground for a few minutes. "Genevieve, come on!" But I soon give in.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Your dad is going to kill me. You hear that? Kill me. I swear to God, Mingus, if he calls me getting onto me about whatever the hell you've done, I'm killing you." 

He laughs, removing his shirt and pants and quickly getting under the covers, pulling me into him and holding tight. "Hey G?" He whispers softly, snuggling his face into my neck.

"What?" I asked barely audible.

"Thank you." He continues to whisper. 

"For what? Keeping whatever the fuck you've done a secret?" 

"No," He laughs softly. "For being my friend. My true friend. You don't understand how hard I've had it growing up with Norman Reedus being my dad. Everyone either wants to be friends with me to meet him or get dirty details about his life. Everyone lies to me, or plays me, but you. You don't do that. You're honest with me, you hangout with me because you want to hangout with me. Not Norman Reedus' son. I love you, Genevieve, and I don't know what I'd do without someone like you in my life." 

As I listen to his words, I contemplate telling him about me and Norman. The truth is, I do lie to him. I've been lying to him for days now. I mean, I don't think it's technically lying if he's not asking about anything, but it still kills me to not be honest with him about the things in my life. Mingus is such a good person, inside and out, and God, it kills me. I swallow the lump in my throat. I'm not a true friend. I'll never be a true friend. 

"You're welcome, Mingus."