He Cared

8

"B, congrats on your new girlfriend!" Somebody exclaimed from the doorway. Girlfriend? I mean, I wish. No you don't, damn it Amelia! You've been here for only a day!  And he doesn't even like you in that way, anyway...

"How the actual fuck did you get in my house?" Brendon groaned, and burrowed his head in the pillow between us.

I just now noticed that his arm was still around me, just like when we fell asleep. It was really cute. No it wasn't. God, Amelia stop!

"Well, you gave us keys to the house, so we just came in" Another voice said.

"Goddamn it, guys! I told you that was for emergencies only" He sighed, took his arm off of my side gently, and got up from the bed.

I heard the two unfamiliar people leave, and Brendon stayed to what I think was to get dressed.

He walked over to me, and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He kissed my forehead and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I opened my eyes, and flipped over onto my back. I looked at the white ceiling, and smiled. Sunlight barely lit up the room, and I assumed it was around 5 a.m.

I rolled onto the other side, and got comfortable there. Brendon's warmth was barely there, but I could still feel where he was just moments before. My eyes started to droop slightly, and I let them fall. Surprisingly, there wasn't much noise. Once and awhile I will hear mumbles, and muffled conversations, but other than that, basically nothing.

When I eventually woke back up, the sun was shining directly in my face. What a great way to be woken up. I could hear faint music coming from somewhere outside. Maybe they were in his 'studio', as he called it. 

I took this chance to get up, and go speed walk down the hallway, and up the stairs to my room. But when I was going up the stairs, I started to run. My clumsy ass self tripped on the second to last one, and I fell face first onto the wood stair. Instantly, I pulled myself up, and sat on the stair. My hands flung to my lip, which my teeth had cut a big gash in it. And it didn't help that it was gushing blood. 

I heard several pairs of footsteps pound through the house, only for Brendon to find me with my hands on my lip, and a few quiet whimpers that found their way out of my mouth. He took one look at me, and ran up the stairs. 

"Millie, are you okay? Do you want me to help you?" He asked, concern in his eyes. I nodded.

He held his hand out, so I grabbed it and he pulled me up. He walked me to the bathroom that was down the hall, and sat me down. By this time, I was starting to feel a bit dizzy, but I decided to dismiss it, thinking it wasn't a big deal and that it will go away.

He went into the cabinet that was behind the mirror, and grabbed some supplies that included disinfectant. This is going to hurt like hell. He put the disinfectant on a cotton ball, and walked over to me.

I honestly felt like a goddamn child. And where are his friends anyway? He crouched down to my level, and looked me in the eyes.

"This is going to hurt. Like a lot."

"Yeah, I got that" I sighed.

I have low pain tolerance, and I know this is not going to go well. Quickly, he dabbed the cotton ball on my lip immediately making me yelp. I quickly backed away from his hand and cupped my lip once again, wincing in pain.

"Hey, we heard screaming so we- oh my god! Are you okay?" Brendon's friends rushed into the bathroom where we were.

"Y-yeah. I'm just really clumsy." I cursed myself for stuttering. But to be fair, I was trying so hard to not cry. They nodded.

"Oh! I'm Dallon, and this is Kenny." The tall brown haired man introduced. Kenny waved, and we all shook hands.

"I'm Amelia." 

My hand was still over my lip, and I could feel a warm substance still dripping in it. I fastly got up and went over to the sink. Slowly, I moved my hand away from my mouth, and started washing my hands.

It literally looked like I had just murdered someone.

When I was done, I grabbed some paper towel, and looked in the mirror. Blood was everywhere. And still gushing. I managed to stop the bleeding and get all the blood off of my chin and lip. I slowly turned around, and started to walk out of the bathroom but stopped. Only Brendon was there.

"I- uh, I wanna tell you something." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. I urged him to go on.

"Amelia, I-I really li-"

"OH MY GOD! THERE'S AN ICE CREAM TRUCK! GUYS C'MON LETS GET SOME!" Dallon screamed from the living room.

"Goddamn it." He muttered under his breath.

We both walked out, and the dizziness kept getting horrible. But I didn't want to bother anyone with my issues. It got to the point where I had to hold onto the wall for support, or I would fall. 

"Hey Bren, you coming?" Kenny asked.

"Um, nah, i'll just be in here with Amelia." They nodded and went out.

He walked over to the couch, sat down, and turned on the T.V. My breathing started to become heavy, and I started to feel really light headed. Brendon turned in his seat to face me, a worried expression crossed over his naturally smiley face.

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you're going to pass out." 

"Y-yeah. I'm c-completely f-fine. Don't w-worry about me" My voice weak, and becoming softer with every word.

Suddenly, my legs collapsed under me, and I fell hard on the floor, hitting my head pretty goddamn hard. 

"Amelia!" Brendon immediately got up and rushed to my side. He cradled my head in his arms softly.

"DALLON! KENNITH! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" He screamed.

My eyes started to close, and I let my head droop to the side of his arm. The last thing I heard before everything faded to black was Brendon.

"Millie, stay with me! Stay awake! Please!"

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