Default Title - Write Your Own

twenty one

I awoke the next morning to daylight delicately flickering my eyes open as they adjusted to the new light.

"Morning," A soft voice said next to my ear. My eyes shot open to see the usual sight of the ceiling but an unfamiliar presence by me. I looked around and saw I was lying with my head on Brian's shoulder. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, our legs slightly intertwined as I realised I must've moved about in the night.

"'m sorry I..." I quickly moved so I wasn't on him anymore, feeling myself go red in the face. "Why haven't you got up?" I asked, He seemed perfectly awake.

"Didn't want to wake you and honestly, I was quite comfy." He smirked and rubbed his eyes. I giggled slightly before we both got up. But of course at the same time we leave my room, Jimmy came out of his room opposite us, stretching his arms but instantly looked shocked as he saw where'd we'd come from.

"Wait... Did you two...?!" He exclaimed but I quickly butted in.

"Whatever you're probably thinking: no, I just couldn't sleep." I said quickly as I head Brian snigger behind me at Jimmy.

"Hm... Okay whatever." He said, narrowing his eyes before going downstairs. I was still standing, letting everything run through my head when Brian walked into his own room, I assumed to get changed. I went into the vacant bathroom then locked the door. That's when it hit me.

I just slept next to Brian... I fucking asked him to stay with me during the night... and he did?! I suddenly remembered everything. What was I thinking?! How did that even happen?!

Well, it was too late now. I tidied myself up a bit then left the bathroom, ready for whatever awkwardness would await me that day.

Luckily, nothing much did happen that day but for the next few nights, similar things happened. The next night after that first where Brian came rushing into my room, I had another nightmare. I managed to keep quiet this time but I couldn't sleep at all. I found myself to be scared and cold and alone. I don't know what came over me, but in the darkness again, I crept into Brian's room and to my convenience but still confusion: he was awake to. He let me sleep next to him and he fell asleep right away, his soft breathing sand rhythmic rising and falling of his chest, lulling me to sleep.

The next night was Friday night, but that day, he had straight up asked me if I wanted to sleep in his room tonight so I could get a decent sleep without waking up. I was nervous at first but agreed and within minutes became comfortable and fell sound asleep next to him. The downside though was I would sometime move around in my dreams meaning I'd end up right next to or practically on top of Brian when I woke up. Fortunately, he was a mildly heavy sleeper so it didn't bother him.

But of course this new routine came with the near to constant teasing from Jimmy and Zacky. Sometimes, I'd walk in to see either Jimmy and Zacky or Jimmy and Brian or Zacky and Brian or just all 3 of them, talking quietly about something and would instantly stop as soon as I walked in. It was strange but I didn't want to ask about it.

Also, with the Michelle thing. We had been calling Matt and Val daily but each time, they'd just say 'they were handling it' which was fine I guess, we just sort of wanted to know a bit more. We didn't pressure them though, we knew it must be tough and really, Brian was quite touchy on the subject but he didn't let it show. We hadn't seen anyone else since then either. Matt said he'd called Johnny and told him what happened but he and Lacey were also staying out of our way. Neither Matt nor Val had visited and I hadn't heard much about Meaghan or Leana recently so for the most part, it was just the four of us. None of us really went out at all apart from Jimmy one time where he thought it'd be nice to go out and finally get me my own phone as I had been using others if I wanted to call mostly Valary.

So, Saturday evening, the same thing happened where Brian just offered if I wanted to sleep in his room, which I had stopped freaking out about by now and just went with it. The nightmares would still occur occasionally but I never woke up in sweat and tears screaming, I would just jolt awake with my heart thudding but after seeing him there sound asleep lying next to me, my breathing would steady and I'd fall straight back into a now dreamless sleep.

Anyway, that Sunday morning I woke up next to Brian again with him already awake (he had always been waiting for me to wake up before he got up) but I don't think he'd been awake that long as his voice was still husky and raspy.

"Hey..." he mumbled and smiled gently at me.

"Morning." I smiled back.

"You've got your therapy thing today. Sorry to kill and good mood you might've been in." He frowned, speaking quietly. I groaned and turned over onto my back.

"Do I really have to go?" I complained.

"Yup. Unfortunately. Sorry. But it is the best for you." He said.

"C'mon! Look at me! I'm in perfectly good health!" I protested and I sat up to look at him.

"Well these nightmares tell me different." He hummed lightly and joined me, sitting up.

"Please don't make me." I frowned, giving him pleading puppy-dog eyes. "Pleeaaseee..." I dragged out hopefully, there are really so many other things I'd rather be doing than talking to a therapist. He paused, staring at me as he chewed his lip, then sighed.

"Fine." He exhaled and then began to get up. "But we'll go out today instead, just to get out the house. I'll take you some place you might get some of your memory back." He offered and I smiled thank you.

"Sounds good... Thanks!" I gleamed and gave him a quick hug from behind, making him laugh.