High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 14

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I was stunned, those words so foreign to me. All my life until now, people never told me that they depended on me or don't know how they'd live without me. I was never useful to anyone, I was just a fuck-up. Fucking worthless.

She smiled slightly, giving me a lop-sided grin as the words left her mouth.

I slowly felt myself calm down, until the anger had completely vanished. I stared at her. She didn't know how much those words meant to me.

Not knowing how to reply, I nodded my head, my gaze anywhere but her.

My cheek stung lightly from her blow. I had to give it to her, she could hit for a girl.

"Are you tired?" I asked. I already felt the knowing feelings of sleepiness starting to happen. And I knew that all she's been through, she was just as tired.

She nodded, yawning slightly. "Yeah. I'll go ahead and get the blankets for the co-."

I stopped her. "No." I said, shaking my head. "Go ahead and sleep in my room." I said without hesitation. The words felt oddly right as I said them.

"Are you sure?" She asked, skeptical. "Your chair doesn't look all that comfortable." She mused.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

She moved past me towards the stairs, making her way up. I turned and followed, trailing behind her before she stopped.

"You could uh, share the bed with me. It is your house."

I stopped, contemplating on it. Would it be bad to sleep in the same bed as her?

"Nah I'm good."

"Whatever you say."

She jogged the rest of the way up, before disappearing into my room. Though I still despised her guts - well at least I think I did - I couldn't help but notice the way her ass bounced.

I am a guy, so what did you expect?

She was knocked out by the time I got into the room, cradled into a fetal position. I eyed the raggedy couch, before sighing and sliding into the bed next to her.

As I drifted off, I thought of how I liked having this girl, Marnie, staying here with me.

Author's Note: two updates in a day? awesome?!