Jacob's pov
"Sweetheart, we gotta get up for school," I whisper, slowly trying to pry Troye's blankie from his body. He doesn't budge, just holding it closer to him and hiding his face in the sheets.
"Baby, please don't do this. We've only got a week left."
"Troye, baby."
I manage to sneak my hand under the blanket and caress his hand, hoping something will get to him.
"I'm not getting up today." He mumbles, his hand limp in mine.
"Please, honey. It's only five days and then our ceremony, that's it. You can do it." I urge, lifting his head from the sheets.
He frowns up at me and shakes his head.
"I can't do it today." He croaks, letting me sneak my hand out of the blanket and cup his cheek. I sit down on my knees and press a kiss to his forehead.
"Okay, I'll get you your meds and some snacks for while I'm at the academy... Need me to pick you up anything while I'm gone?" I murmur, locking eyes with his red and bloodshot looking ones.
He shakes his head no, "I'm alright. I will take another kiss though."
My lips twitch up into a small lopsided smile, I nod and plant little kisses to his nose and cheeks then his forehead. He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out. I hum through my smile and give him what he wants, kissing him right on the lips. He responds weakly and pulls away, pecking his lips back to mine. I wipe a stray eyelash from under his eye and press one last kiss to his forehead, getting up and staring down at my pretty boy.
I retrieve his pills from Shaun's safe, a thermos of tea, and some of his favourite snacks to keep him content while I'm away. I set his items down on the nightstand by the table and trudge over to the closet, picking out a simple navy blue tee and some denim ripped jeans. I'm clothed, ready for school, and off in no time, reminding Troye to message me if he needs anything at all or wants to talk.
I get no message of help, simply just a sleepy photo of him snuggled up to his thermos, smiling at the camera lazily. It was during fourth period that I got the message, it being the most boring class of all time; Maths. Of course no one is paying attention, it's the last week of school, there's obviously no need to. At least that's how I see it without my doll of a boyfriend nagging on me about how important my education is.
It was no surprise when I propped up a textbook on the desk to hide my mobile and text him for the rest of the class. I asked him how he was feeling, if he needed anything, and if he had gotten out of bed yet. He responded with short and bland messages, purposefully being vague. When the bell rang for lunch, I had to say goodbye and get up, trudging back to the cafeteria.
To my surprise, Joe pulled me over to sit with him and his boyfriend for lunch today. Together they're both either very soft-spoken or very out-spoken. I adored either. Today was a soft-spoken day. We conversed about classes and where Troye had gone, what we were doing after school, and little bursts of excitement about graduating.
All in all, they made my day much better. I came to find out I've got PE with Caspar, the two of us running track together and listening to Blackbear side by side. When the school-day was over, I found my way back to Joe and Caspar, hugging them and saying my goodbye for the day. And in no time I was back on the road to my boy who's hiding away. Though he told me he didn't need nor want anything, I just had to pick him up some new lotions and candy. I'm sure he will love it.
Upon entering the front door, I find a little Troye curled up on the floor next to the fireplace I've only ever seen lit once. Bats came flying in and we were cursed with the flying freaks for a good half hour until Shaun got home and released them. To say the least, it's a traumatic memory. We don't mess with the fireplace.
