High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 32

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"Sure you okay?"

"Yeah. Perfectly fine." I replied, closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of her arms around me and the sense of sercuity.

Over the past few days, we've gotten close, talking about our common interests, problems, pet peeves, things we like, and a few kisses. I felt close to her, closer then I've ever felt towards someone before.

She told me to come over her house, to get away from anything related to her. And I did. It was nice, but I didn't feel right.

My mind drifted to Marnie and her safety - since she was staying with a semi-murderer - and thinking did I make a good choice leaving her.

Why does it matter? You barely know her.

But I still care, no matter what she says.

For what?!

I leaned back, breaking Gwen's embrace. Goddamn it! Goddamn these thoughts! Why couldn't they just go away?

Placing a hand on my shoulder, Gwen shook me. "Rowen? Rowen?! What's wrong?!"

I shook my head, gritting my teeth as my head started to throb painfully against my temple.

"Meds." I said forced through my teeth. "I forgot to take my meds. I'm fine though okay?"

But I wasn't. I was less then fine. And I wasn't going to be unless I had Marnie with me.

Author's Note: *creepily smiles* :)