Creep // jalyssa

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I don't feel well.

I feel like everything's turning, and everything's going wrong.

I feel so sick. Too sick.

"Alyssa, I told you not to drink too many cocktails."

"Ha! Cocktails!"

"Stop." James answered quietly with a sly smile before handing me some weird green juice, I suppose smoothie, and told me to drink it.

"Drink it. It'll help."

"It looks like vomit." I responded, looking at it in disgust.

"Well, it helps you not to. Now, drink."

"Fine."

Honestly, it even tasted like vomit, but after falling asleep again for a few hours, James' weird vomit looking and smelling, and tasting drink, eventually worked really well.

"You're better?" He asked, quietly and rubbing my stomach softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, better. I didn't even drink that much."

"You didn't?" He asked, sort of confused. I swear to fuck, I didn't.

"And most of them were with no alcohol. I don't drink that much anymore." I stated, which led a confused look on James' face.

"Oh..." he whispered after a while, as if he'd realized something.

"What?"

"Nothing." He quietly answered, before kissing my cheek, then getting more water for me and turning on the tv.

"Just, don't drink that much alcohol anymore, okay?"

"I didn't!"

James just sighed and sat besides me.

"Soooo, are we just gonna stay in bed all day? Cause I could take a break.."

"Alyssa, I need to tell you something."

"Wait, you cheated on me? Fuck you."

"No, listen. I don't feel quite safe here. I mean I want to move away, have a home. I don't want to live as teenage runaways forever. I'm 18 now, it's time to start being an adult."

"I'm still 17." I replied back, but sighed. "But I know what you mean, neither do I. We can leave, soon. Let's just lie low forawhile, and start planning what's next. Sounds like a plan?"

"Sounds like a Plan."