Little cousin (adopted by Shane Dawson)

Chapter 16:

I stretch, waking up, my eyes bleary, my body wrapped up by a multitude of blankets on the sofa.

I'm alone, and it's decently early, so I pop my feet off the sofa and place them onto the wooden flooring, letting the coldness run up my legs.

I then look down at my feet and see my purple sleep pants, causing the vents of the previous day to all come rushing back to me.

I should really have a shower.

That's the first thought that delinquently appeared into my head, causing me to continue my descent up the spiral staircase, thinking of Blake as I did so.

I need to talk to him.

But that can be done in the shower.

I haven't had much time to talk to him recently and I feel so overwhelmingly guilty, he is my life and I shouldn't get distracted from what really matters.

As I crack open the door to Shane and rylands room, I see Ryland spooning Shane.

Cute.

I make sure to meek my footsteps light, not wanting to distract either of the two, they seemed knocked out pretty heavily though, peacefully smiling in a dreamy haze.

I dart over to my bag quickly and take my cosmetic bag that has been delicately placed on top, clutching it to my arm and making my way down the stairs towards the bathroom in the office, I didn't want to wake up the two peaceful sleepers.

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I was the horrible chlorine out of my hair, hating the horrible smelling substance.

I really hope it didn't fuck my newly dyed hair up too bad.

I was slowly, pondering as I do so,  before allowing myself to talk to Blake.

"You'd like it here a lot Blake" I say softly.

"I fell in the pool yesterday, you know how clumsy I am, and of course I Almost drowned" I sigh, feeling him behind me, ever present, it may seem weird for him to be inside the shower with me, but it felt right, my sorrowful heart no longer stinging with sadness.

I shiver under the hot water as he touches my back, pins and needles following his touches.

He knows I'm lying, and yet I still do it so he doesn't worry.

He's always watching over me, he sees what goes on.

"Why can't you come back" I whisper sadly, choking up, feeling tears beginning to form and pool out of my eyes.

At this I feel him put wrap his arms around me, long white angel wings illuminating in the shadows of the bathroom, it's little that I can actually see him, but I do now.

His face shines sadly, his head looking at me through the mirror, the angle wings wrapping me in a hug.

In the reflection I see us younger, wearing the same clothes we did the day of the car crash...

I sigh sadly, pushing the tears away as I finish up in the shower.

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I walk downstairs, dressed in a pair of skull and ace leggings along with a long sleeve stripey punk T-shirt with anarchy symbols on the arms.

Comfortable, yet clothes that would be easy enough to wear into the the outside world if I were to be asked to.

Passing ryland, as he seems to have arrived back minutes before I was done in the bathroom, he smiles at me as I make my way to the large sofa, plonking myself down next to honey, who graciously puts her head in my lap.

She always likes to be stroked, and she loves the attention of others, she's one of my favourites, even through their are only three animals in the home.

I've never been very good at picking favourites.

Allowing myself to get comfy, I pull a blanket over me as honey lays practically on top of me, her grey fur shedding onto the blanket.

As I sit and reflect on the previous day, I don't notice Ryland standing in front of me, and burst out laughing when I do.

He's wearing a chefs hat and a long black apron.

"What's wrong with my outfit Rayne?" He says, smiling, causing me to smile back.

The thought that only people preparing food would wear an outfit such as that not fully dawning on me.

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Ryland had given me a 'milkshake before everyone awoke, and much to my delight, he handed me the controller and told me to watch all that my heart desired.

And, being me, I decided that the walking dead would be a perfect choice, seeing as it's a long term favourite.

It wasn't long before the summer sky turned to night air as I watched season eight, enjoying every second of it.

Garrett and Andrew appear before I press play on the season finale of the season, they have no idea what is on the screen, and that saddens me.

I wish everyone could be able to experience a show such as the walking dead.

But keep my mouth grasped to a halt, it wouldn't be of any beneficial nature to start spurring out about how much I love the show, and decide to just click play, giving Garrett and Andrew a nod as they sit on the sofa next to ryland and Shane.

"Holy fuck!" I hear a gasp as the bullets blow up, throwing the saviours back in their final battle.

The room grows silent, however, as the battle continues, tension obviously high when Negan and Rick approach each other, and the the subtle slither of broken glass that winds up in negans neck.

The chatter stars as soon as the ending credits roll.

"Can we binge watch all the seasons?" Garret asks excitedly, his quirky smile beaming.

"I'm down" I say lightly, I haven't rewatched all the series for a long time, the last time being before my brother was taken from me.

We used to lay in bed with a monster each and a big tub of sweets from Poundland and intently watch together.

Blake always managed to spook me though, always reaching his arm around in attempt to frighten the living fuck out of me.

It did work often, and although I never quite managed to get him as good as he got me, I didn't mind, I'd do anything to have him back.

Song of the day:

Prisoner by Jeffrey star