The Nerd

Nothing Major

I slowly wake from my sleep, the realization of the thudding sound from behind the couch coming to life as I open my eyes.

I lift up peering into the dark room, trying to get some kind of look at what's coming up the stairs.

"Clayton?" I ask, groggily.

The light switch to the kitchen is flicked on and I quickly throw my hands up, covering my face and squinting my eyes.

"Nope just me."

I sigh, "Declan. Did you really have to turn on the light?"

"Yes, I needed to see." He says, as I hear the fridge door open.

"I needed to sleep." I say.

The room goes silent and I drop my hands, slowly opening my eyes to see if he's still there. He stands with his arms pressed against the counter, a beer placed in front of him, and he's just starring at me.

"What?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"You look like a mess." He states, bluntly.

I scoff, "You think? You should see my leg." I say, placing my head against the couch and closing my eyes.

I hear the scrapping of the beer bottle being picked up off the counter and then a few seconds later placed back down.

Declan's heavy foot steps make their way to beside me.

I open my eyes as Declan kneels beside me, examining my thigh.

He looks up at me, "They're pretty shitty people."

I nod.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly.

I shake my head, "I thought I could take it, but I don't know."

"You can do it Sam, you've over come so much."

I just stare at him as I lean my back against the couch and hide my leg back under the blanket.

He gets up, walking off as I keep my eyes pierced straight, now looking out the magnificent windows.

Suddenly the lights flickered off and Declan's footsteps are making their way to me again.

I see him slip of his shoes through the little bit of moonlight shining through the windows and before I know it he's laying up against the couch with me on the edge, his arms wrapped around my body as if someone were to come and take me any moment.

A little weirded out by our close proximity at first, I loosen up and find myself snuggling into his chest as the blackness engulfs my vision once again.

*******

Clayton's P.O.V

I slowly roll over, the morning sun gleaming through the small window above the sink.

I grunt as I sit up on the old leather couch.

Maybe sleeping down here wasn't such a great idea since now my whole body is aching.

I scratch my head as I stand up off the coach and head towards the stairs.

The room is lit up with the sun booming through the tall glass windows. That's always been my favorite feature about the apartment, the one thing I loved that my uncle suggested. He always promised I'd have everything I needed and the best he could get me, and then he passed and my life fell apart.