The Glitch [Gawsten] >Completed<

13: Can't Trust a Single Word

There is a giant pit in my stomach now where the butterflies have chewed away.
I've hated a lot of things,
but this has got to be the worst.

Laying here next to the boy that I will take a thousand bullets for if it meany he would end up okay.

The boy that I'm shooting in the back.

I'm lying, keeping everything from him.
I guess it's just what I get a painful guilt that is going to rip me to pieces.

No one said this would be easy.

So I should have expected this.

Geoffs pajama bottoms press against mine as I stare blankly at the dusty ceiling. Hotels are gross.
Like my lie. Gross.
No plans are being changed we are still following that rusty compass and I'm still wearing this key.
We are doing this. Even if it means I do the one thing that eats me up...betraying Geoff, I promised.

I promised and then I spat in his face.

In his precious face.

The room seems cold despite the fact that the air condition is broken. The only warm thing is the thing that is pretty much dead already.

Otto had snuck back into the room after our little shower incident.
It wasn't an incident no, in a way it needed to happen. I've always needed to know what Geoff thinks.
I'm not coming to terms with what he wants.
Otto was quiet and calm...and he stunk like cheap alcohol.

I jump out of bed and approach him,

"Otto don't tell me you-"

My words are cut off by him pressing his finger on my lip. What the hell?
"shhhush little Gumdrop."

He exausts, quietly burping.

"Otto I think you need to lay down."

"No the unicorns in my bed!"

"But they're not moths they're unicorns! They are giant ass unicorns!"

"What? Otto go lay down."

"No! I don't want to sleep next to your Unicorn!"

I realize that he's not going to do anything I say so it's time to baby him.
"Come here,"
He approaches me, good he's listening.
I lead him to the bathroom where I pour him a glass of water and then he pukes.
Not quite aiming for the toilet I might add.
"How much did you drink?" I ask him like he'll remember anyways, as I wipe half digested food chunks off my shoulder.
This is why I don't enjoy drinking.

I shove the cup of water in his hand and force him to drink. His body is revolting everything he threw in it right now.

"Did I e-ever t-tell you I miss you, like miss-miss you." He questions hiccuping.
What is he talking about? Who knows what's truthful and what's not right now out of his mouth and I guess mine.

I can't forget the fact that I'm a big fat liar.

"I like, like-like you,"
He sits in his own pile of hurl.
Why did you have to do that? It's not like you're capable of cleaning yourself right now.

I decide to ignore what he's saying he's drunk it's all jibberish.

Right? He's only drunk.

Thankfully he passes out falling onto my feet, I hate alchol.

I hoist up his suprisingly light body and carry him to bed. I don't bother taking off his shoes or covering him in blankets.
It was his choice to be an idiot.

I crawl back to my side of the bed the mattress springs squeaking.
Attempiting to not wake up Geoff I go into sloth-mode slowly scrambling under the blanket.

I eventually accomplish laying down Geoff still sleeping softly
He's too precious for this world

Geoff snuggles up against me molding his body against mine.

I guess the world doesn't like precious things.