Suicidal House (boyxboy)

5

Light poured in through the window next to my bed, causing me to grown in displeasure as I yanked my covers over my head. I was not a morning person.

"Morning sunshine, here take these."

I pulled my covers down slightly, just enough for me to peep over them to see Atticus stood with a glass of water and two tablets in his outstretched hand. His jet black hair stood up in every direction as his hazel eyes flickered over me, my cheeks flushed as I sat up, a sharp pain instantly rushing through my head. I took the glass of water and the tablets, knocking them both back as I grumbled some sort of thank you.

Atticus sat next to me on my bed, taking the glass from me and placing it on my bedside table. He stared at me intently, brushing my hair from out of my face before flicking my nose gently. I groaned and smacked his hand away, slouching against my headboard.

"Damn, here I was thinking you'd be able to hold your alcohol."

I just rolled my eyes, sticking my middle finger up at him as I closed my eyes. My head was pounding, my mouth was dry and I just wanted Atticus to leave me alone.

"Getting me drunk on the first date, classy." I shot back, opening my eyes slightly to see what Atticus' reaction would be. He smirked at me, standing up as he shook his head.

"Oh you'll know when we're on a date.."

Atticus gave me a cheeky wink before leaving the room, leaving me feeling baffled and my cheeks bright pink. I could never tell if he was joking or not, he was rather flirty and I wasn't entirely sure how that made me feel. All I could think about was my dad, what he'd done to me and our family and how much he'd hurt me, as much as I'd refuse to admit it. I couldn't do that to my mum, as cold and as obnoxious as she was. I knew she cared, maybe not as much as she used to, but I also knew she'd given up a long time ago.

"Morning sleepy!"

Looking towards the door I smiled as I saw Neeve stood in the door way, one hand on her hip. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail and she was wearing ripped jeans with fish nets underneath, a cropped black jumper and multiple rings on her fingers. From the moment I'd met Neeve I had loved her style, the way she went about life and how bubbly she was. To be honest I loved her, not in the way that I wanted her to have my babies, but in the way that I knew we'd be friends for a long time.

"Has anyone here ever heard of knocking?" I chuckled, my voice croaky as I got out of bed, sighing when I realised I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

Neeve simply rolled her eyes as she waltzed into my room, spotting my duffel bag and immediately going after it. Before I could stop her she had ripped it open and was rummaging through my belongings, she stopped when she picked up my sketch book.

"Hey put that down!"

Neeve completely ignored my protests as she opened the book and began to flick through the pages, studying each of my drawings, some of which I'd never shown anyone expect Matty Junior. "Wow, these are beautiful." She breathed, tracing the outlines with her finger gently. I just shrugged and stepped forward, leaning down in an attempt to take the book. Neeve quickly dodged me as she raised her eyebrow.

"Who's this?"

She turned the book around in her lap so it was facing me and my heart dropped when she did. It was one of the portraits I had drawn, of someone who was extremely important to me- it was Dean. The boy who my stepfather thought I was supposedly in love with, I guess he was half right because I did love Dean. But he was my best friend, nothing more. He had died four months ago after he completely stopped eating and ran away so that he wouldn't be force fed through a tube, I never thought he'd take it that far so when he ran away I assumed he was fine and he would eat just enough to keep him going. He was found four days later dead in the woods.