Angel

Chapter 20

~Angel's pov~

I wake up to my alarm clock violently shrieking. Andrew, I have no clue when he got here, is sprawled across me. His nose scrunches as he slightly stirs in his sleep from the alarm. "morning." I whisper and play with a lock of his unruly bed hair. He peaks out of one eye sort of how a little kid does when his mom gently pursues waking up the child.

"Morning." he mumbles burying his face deeper into the pillow. I sigh and gently push him off of me so I can proceed to turn off the alarm. I stumble to the bathroom, sleep still having its grasp on me. God, I look horrid. My hair is messed up and looks like I got hit by a tornado. My eyes have red puffy rings with eyeliner almost to my chin, this is why I hate crying. I do what i can with my hair, I managed to get it slightly in place and removed the make up. I walk to the kitchen to see Tom, poor Tom, with his head on the table asleep; a vodka bottle less than half way full. Ugh, now he's drinking. Andrew comes to stand beside me. "I'll get him to his room." He sighs, and nudges Tom until a garble of unintelligible words come out of his mouth,then he helps him to his room, disappearing around the corner. I bite my lip to not cry but i feel tears swelling up. I'm not sure why but I punch the wall, releasing a loud echo through the kitchen. Pain shoots up my knuckle, great, now I'm bleeding.

"What happened?!" Andrew jolts around the corner.

"I, uhm." I look down at my hand. " I punched the wall." I look down in embarrassment.

"Don't do that. Now you're bleeding." He leaves for a second.

"Thanks captain obvious." I mutter to myself, silently sulking in self pity and suddenly he pokes his head around the corner and opens the rapper of a band-aid. His careful hands apply the bandage to my hand. They never help but I humor him; it's the thought that counts right?

"Thanks." I whisper. Part of me is realy pissed. I'm acting like a child, that's why. And now of all things the person I love is applying band-aids to my damn hand. Jesus.

"No problem." He smiles kindly down at me. The milk chocolate eyes of him make me melt.

"Babe, what time is it?" I ask.

"Seven?" He raises his eye brow.

"shit! We've missed the bus!"

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Sorry for the short chapter. figured I'd get a little something published for you all. -Tay