Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

35. Younger (Interlude 8)

Painfully, I opened my eyes to meet an arm that was curled around the upper body of a thinner, yet muscular man. My arms and eyes both hurt equally, and my head was making a clear case for second place. As I pulled my arm away, my groggy eyes took off and traveled around the room I was in until they landed on the messy blonde hair inches above me. If I was being honest, I wasn't wholly sure how I ended up in his room. Had I walked through the rain or had I called him?

Letting my eyes fall, anyone would have been clearly able to see the bandages wrapped around both of my arms - along with my shirtless upper body. In just my bra, I kind of feared the worst as I lifted the blanket to find only more underwear and more bare skin. I don't know why I would've feared something like that, Nathan wouldn't have done anything and he never led me to believe that he would. I had given him a few chances and he said no every time, so there was a reason for this. It was as easy as just asking him.

If I knew what happened, I obviously wouldn't have been surprised. The problem was that I couldn't remember anything past cutting my arms in my room, everything after that was just a foggy mess of incoherence, to say the least. All that stood out to me was the feeling of getting wet, feeling hurt, and then some sort of fuzzy, good feeling. It was almost like I got wasted and forced a blackout on myself.

I pushed myself up and began to survey his room for my clothes only to be met with loose garbage, clothes, and mural of posters tacked to the wall closest to his door. Inhaling deeply, my head fell back against the wall as I looked at the Spackle-covered roof. The whole situation was kind of ironic. Of all things, I was half-naked in my underwear while sharing a bed with an equally clothing-deficient Nathan with no idea where my clothes were.

Lightly pressing the arch of my foot into his hidden waist, I pushed forward and only got some kind of mumble in return. When I tried it again, it was more of the same mumbling and groaning, only a little louder. It was following the third try that I just gave up and decided to steal something of his to at least cover myself up. The only hitch in that plan was that there were clothes everywhere, and I wasn't sure how much of it was actually clean.

If someone walked in right then, I wouldn't have blamed them for jumping conclusions. It looked just like most people's first thought. Unfortunately for me, that was exactly what happened as I crawled out of his bed and headed for the dresser that lied underneath the mural by his door. Just as I was approaching that very dresser, the door flew open and revealed a younger girl who only stared as I stood right in front of her, donning only my underwear.

I thought, maybe for a second, that she would've just walked out and ignored what she'd just seen, but it wasn't long before I remembered why I was glad to be an only child.

"Mom! Nathan has a girl in her underwear in his room!"

The preteen ratted Nathan out without an inkling of hesitation. What was worse was that she hadn't only ratted him out, but aimed that loaded shotgun of sibling hatred at me as she gave away my presence. It hadn't sounded bad enough to say that I was already secretly in his room, she needed to pile onto it by declaring to the world that I was half-naked. Her eyes had said that she was out to get Nathan for some reason, and I was simply caught in the crossfire.

A half-full bottle of water bolted past me and hit her in the shoulder, all topped off with a groan. "Get out you fucking snitch."

As though she had been in shock, she momentarily stood still just like I was before running off and leaving the door wide open. The only difference was that I was leaning more towards frozen than I was just still. It wasn't just being caught like this, it was what would happen after it was over. His mom would tell everyone, and then I would have been kicked back to my house, which was a place I had desperately wanted to avoid - even if only for a little while.