Damage Control

Payback and Pillow Fights

I hated being sad.

I mean, who didn't?

It was physically draining, always caused a headache, and left you overthinking for hours.

And to make matters worse, Brandon finished all the ice-cream last night so I didn't even have something to cheer me up. 

Stuffing my face farther into my pillow, I let out a loud groan and glanced over at the clock. It was nearly five p.m and I hadn't moved from my bed since Sienna left. The guilt and remorse was transparent in her eyes as she whispered a low apology and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before tiptoeing her way out of my room.

I felt horrible knowing that Sienna left thinking it was her fault for my shutdown earlier. Although I had made it known to her before she left that it wasn't her fault, I know it would eat at her for days before she finally let it go. 

Squinting my eyes, I let out a deep breath.

God, why did I have to be so overly emotional?

It was just a piece of cloth.

A piece of cloth that holds so many memories. A tiny voice said in my head. 

Letting out a loud sigh I slipped my hands under my head as I ignored the flood of thoughts that threatened to consume my mind yet again. I absolutely hated thinking about the past and the events that had taken place years before. It was sort of a forbidden topic in the Evan's household. But that was what made it so much easier to avoid thinking about it. 

It's ironic isn't it?

The one girl who helps everyone with their problems can't seem to get a grip on her own?

It's pathetic, I know.

I rubbed a slow hand on my face as I took all the willpower in me and sat up on my bed. After the events of today, I just wanted to watch movies and pig out on a bunch of junk food. 

Rubbing a hand over my eyes, I reached over to grab my phone which had been silently sitting facedown on my nightstand, courtesy of the mute button which allowed me a couple hours of peace.

Sitting against my headboard, I shot a quick text to Sienna letting her know all was well and to not worry about what had happened earlier. Making a mental reminder to reply to a couple messages from some friends and classmates later, I scrolled farther down my list, my eyes catching onto Easton who had left a couple messages in the past few hours.

I was just thinking about the time you totally checked me out from your bedroom window the night we met. You definitely drooled a little. 

Hannah Montana called, she wants her wig back.

Okay, that one was kinda mean, your hair is much better than hers. 

Knock knock, it's me again. 

Okay, you're totally ghosting me right now but just to let you know, we're neighbors and your mother loves me so you can't get rid of me. 

If you don't respond within the next 30 minutes, I'm breaking in.

I could feel the grin growing on my face as I read over his messages. There really was nobody quite like Easton. He sounded completely insane and if anyone who didn't know him, read those texts, they'd probably call the police. His last message was sent about 20 minutes ago and I was just about to respond when a tiny body barreled into my room, running at full speed towards me.