Concussion •Miniminter•

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(It gets intense by the end, just saying 😏)

The long ride back to the house gave me too much time to think. Time to think about the other life I had, away from the life I've been living. Whatever it was, I didn't want to go back.

     "Simon?"

     "Hm?" He replied without his lips parting, keeping his eyes on the long road ahead.

     "Are we gonna have to leave soon?"

     "What do you mean?" He looked from the road to my eyes, then back at the road.

     "Like, are Jay and I gonna have to leave soon?" I asked again. There was a pause.

     "Shit. You know, I totally forgot about that," he breathed out, as if his mood suddenly changed. Once again, silence filled the car. I replied with the same long sigh.

     "I don't wanna leave- I mean, I don't know what to expect at my home- man I don't even know if I can call it home if home is something someone knows well, you know?" I tried to explain my jumbled thoughts. I'm just scared and confused. My head hurts. I wanna go home, but I don't even know what home is. I closed my eyes and laid back on the seat, calming myself. I tried focusing on the small amount of music playing around the car.

     "Hey, however long it takes, I don't care how long you and Jay stay. I'm sure the rest of the guys don't mind either," Simon reassured.

     "Thank you," I looked to Simon with smiling lips which were illuminated by the red stop light. Simon looked over to me, and shared the same smile. The rest of the ride home was small talk, all of which made me feel a lot better about everything, and made me realize that I can't live without Simon.

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     As soon as we arrived back, I downed a bunch of pain medication from the last doctor visit, praying it would stop the pain that halted everything that was supposed to be fun tonight.

As I took a shower, everything felt odd. There was a different pain in my head, like a pain in your muscles you feel after a good workout. I've gone to a therapist before, and she once said pain like that meant you're brain was working, trying to bring back something you've lost. I don't know why, but I took it for granted.

After the shower, I threw a pair of leggings on and a sweatshirt that laid on the very top of my other clothes; it smelled like Simon; I immediately put it on. I walked down the wooden steps, hearing muffled talking from some of the bedrooms around. Where Jay was? I had no clue.

I walked into the kitchen to see Simon sitting at the counter wearing a red Sidemen t-shirt and SDMN joggers. Jay sat a couple seats down on a laptop, his glasses reflecting the bright white screen. His hand was in a fist, holding his face up. His posture straightened as he saw me walk in.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked. Simon looked behind himself to me as he heard Jay talking.

"I heated up our food and explained what happened to Jay," Simon told me, a plate with microwaved burger laid next to his chicken sandwich.

"Thanks, and I'm feeling a little better I guess," I smiled as I slid into the seat next to Simon. He was scrolling through his phone, and he ended up showing me a mass amount of tweets mentioning him and I.