Don't go || m.c

17

I wake up with major cramps; the second day is always the worst. I roll over, not wanting to get up but not wanting anyone to break anything. I’ll just wait here five more minutes, I tell myself, six minutes later I sit up upon hearing the kettle. Just before I drag myself out of bed there’s a knock on my already open bedroom door, I look up to see Brad standing there.

“Good morning beautiful,” he says smiling beautifully at me as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen, “I’m making you some tea, just stay in bed, I’ll make sure the boys won’t break anything.”

As much as I want to accept his offer, “are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

“Yeah, don’t worry about anything, just stay in bed,” he insists, I offer a thankful smile before rolling over and closing my eyes. A few minutes later Brad comes back in and hands me a mug filled with tea, “I sent Connor and Tristan out to get you something,” he says before getting up to go.

“What?” I ask slightly worried.

“Surprise,” he smirks, walking off.

I sip my tea slowly, admiring the taste of it; British people always make excellent tea. I start to feel bad for staying in bed. I hear the front door open and close abruptly, I get up really needing to pee and you know, freshen up. “Don’t get up, it’s just us,” Tristan says.

“Don’t worry, I was going to the bathroom,” I say. I go to the toilet and decide since I’m here I might as well have a shower, “Brad!” I call out, “do you mind if I take a shower?!”

“I would mind if you didn’t, you stink!” he yells back but a moment later adds, “nah its fine.”

I drop my pyjamas on the ground and turn the water on, I wonder what Michael’s doing, I really want to see him again and for him too fuck me senseless because damn is he good. I start thinking about having shower sex with Michael and that’s when I get out of the shower because there are four teenage boys in my apartment right now and it feels wrong thinking about that when they’re here.

A few minutes later I walk out to the kitchen to get some water and period pain tablets, I don’t care if they make me really tired. “Lil, Brad told us to get you a present for having us over,” Connor says, I turn around to see him holding out a block of Cadbury chocolate.

“Thank you!” I almost shout, sounding way too excited just over chocolate but it’s what I’ve been craving since yesterday, I hug him tightly before opening the chocolate, “did you want some?” I ask with a mouthful of chocolate.

“No thanks,”

“Good because I didn’t really want to share.”

“Even though you look different, you’re still the same,” Connor chuckles to himself, when I use to hang out with him I didn’t care about anything so I always told the truth, always expressed my opinion and told whoever was listening what I thought, I guess I am still like that, I haven’t noticed and no one has pointed it out until now.

 “I don’t know whether that was meant to be an insult or just a statement but I don’t really care either way,” I say, braking off another row of chocolate and shoving it in my mouth.

“Kind of a statement, kind of a compliment, I think it’s great how you say what you believe, a lot of people lose the ability to do it so care freely.”

I get myself a glass of water and swallow my period pain tablets, I start feeling tired by the time I’ve walked to the living room, I sit on the sofa with my head in Brad’s lap, drifting in and out of consciousness as people leave and return until I finally fall asleep.