Life's Too Short To Even Care At All

Chapter 4

                Emily and Sebastian returned to Dalton late that night. Well, it was actually more like morning when both of them walked into the room. They were luckily that Trent had recently taken up residence in a friend’s dorm after his room-mate left, because if he had been asleep when the two stumbled in, they would have never heard the end of it. Trent returned occasionally, to get some of his belongings, but Emily knew that he was thinking of asking the house head to change dorms. Emily wasn’t surprised. Sebastian wasn’t the easiest dorm mate to live with, especially when he had a girlfriend who spent most of her nights waking up from nightmares.

                Emily got undressed quickly, eager to get some rest before tomorrow; she was not a morning person. She jumped down onto the bed and tucked herself in. Compared to her lightning quick undressing, Sebastian seemed to take forever, and Emily soon found herself getting out of bed to help him undo his tie. You would have thought that from many years at a school where a tie was a compulsory part of the uniform, he would have learnt. It must have been his tiredness and slight drunkenness that made him incapable to untie it, but he accepted Emily’s helpfulness gladly.

                “You looked really pretty tonight,” he commented as Emily fiddled with the knot around his neck. She blushed bright red and giggled, still not used to being complemented, even though they came from Sebastian on a regular basis.

                “You are drunk,” she replied, pulling the tie from around his neck and placing it neatly on the desk. She knew he had only had a small amount to drink, especially with his parents around, but he was a lightweight. It was lucky that the last drink to push him over the edge was just before they left, otherwise she feared that she would still be at the wedding now, watching him dance drunkenly on the dance floor. It was not that she was embarrassed by his antics, rather the fact that as the night went on he would be harder to control; and more aggressive. Luckily, he was still in the dreamy, puppy like state, which he would sometimes take up when he wanted something.

                “I may be drunk, but it’s the truth,” he answered back, finishing getting undressed and throwing himself on the bed. Emily climbed into bed next to him and snuggled into his bare chest. She cherished nights like this. The nights that Sebastian would carry Emily to bed after she had fallen asleep at the desk doing work. Or when the two would stay up late talking, and be discovered the next morning asleep in each other’s arms. Nights where the couple would go to bed happy and deeply in love, rather than angry and scared, desperately hoping for apologies and making up in the morning.

                “I love you so much,” said Sebastian, squeezing her tightly in his arms.

                “I love you too Sebby,” she laughed, and by the way his grip loosened around her, she could tell he was falling into a long deep sleep.

                Emily awoke late the next morning, seeing that Sebastian was still asleep too. She stayed in his arms for a short while before she felt him stretch and groan.

                “Hangover?” she asked, kissing him delicately on his chest.

                “Yep,” he sighed, reaching up to rub his forehead. Emily hopped out of bed and rinsed a cloth in cold water, then brought it back to hold to his head.

                “Better?” she questioned, sitting in front of him and dabbing the cloth against Sebastian’s forehead.

                “A little bit,” he replied, smiling softly at her. Emily got up to get dressed, but was pulled back down by Sebastian’s strong arms. She landed softly into his chest.