Skam Season 3 but in Brighton, UK.
"Look at how unlikely our meeting was. Look at the vastness of the universe encompassing all the things we think we know. Look at me, at us, together - Here and now. Isn't this some form of a miracle?" -N.M.Sanchez...
A twisted stomach and stingy, sleepy eyes were the worst combination for paying attention in class. Charlie was sure he was falling ill. It wouldn't be surprising given the numerous times he went outside without a scarf because he thought that "it wasn't that windy". Breaking news, coastal cities tend to be windy and Brighton was no exception. Charlie learned it the hard way, and yet still forgot his scarf, action which Evie often thought deliberate and most definitely a fashion choice.
"You look bloody pale, mate," Thomas said, looking worringly at his neighbouring classmate. "You're not going to faint, are ya now?"
Charlie shook his head but felt somewhat nauseous, not exactly the answer he was going to give. Thomas raised his hand and told the teacher that Charlie most definitely needed to go to the school nurse. His face was proof enough that he wasn't feeling well, so the teacher agreed to let him go. He gathered his things and left the classroom with Thomas, who left him once he got a note from the nurse to go back to class. Charlie sat down on in front of her, under her scrutiny.
"So, tell me, what's your problems?" She asked, leaning forward. He was surprised by her accent, which he had only heard on TV until now. Welsh, he guessed. "Or at least what brings you here. I know teens have a lot of problems, and that's okay you know? It'll get better! However, you must be here for a specific reason if you've been excused from class. Or so I assume. But you can also talk about your other problems, that's why I'm here!"
She pointed to a poster on her wall that stated in capitals KEEP CALM AND LET THE SCHOOL NURSE HANDLE IT. Reassuring.
"Uh... I think I'm just sick."
"Why is that?"
"Bacterias?" He said, frowning. "Viruses?"
"Thank you for the information. Why do you think you're sick is what I meant."
"I can't sleep well so I'm really tired, I feel nauseous, my stomach hurts..."
"Are you saying this because you want to go home?"
"No!"
"Fine. I will give you something, you'll take a nap and then we will see how you feel."
Charlie nodded and took what the nurse gave him. She then lead him to the room next door where there were two beds for sick students.
"So be quiet, someone is already in there."
It didn't matter, Charlie just wanted to get some rest, if that was possible. Hopefully, he could. Maybe. The other person didn't matter, as long as they were also quiet.
They stepped in the room, in the almost darkness of the closed curtains, and Charlie went for the free bed. The nurse left the door slightly open, just in case. He put his stuff at the bottom of the bed and took off his shoes. Lying down under the sheet, he turned his head to the other bed and regretted it immediately. He would have preferred not knowing.
Isaac was lying in the bed next to him, sleeping apparently peacefully. Even asleep, he looked tired, like he didn't get to rest for a week. Looking at him still hurt, but Charlie was glad that he was finally able to sleep, even if it might prevent him to do the same.
He couldn't look away. Isaac could wake up at any moment and see him but it didn't matter. He looked too peaceful. Too beautiful, with his brown locks spread on the pillow and his calm expression. He moved in his sleep and Charlie quickly looked at the ceiling.
The sudden move made him more nauseous and he decided to try to rest. It would be nice if he didn't wake Isaac up by emptying the content of its stomach. Not the best impression.
When he woke up, sometimes later, feeling finally rested and overall better, he rubbed his eyes and looked around. The bed next to him was empty and made, so it had been a while. He didn't really like the fact that this meant that Isaac got to see him asleep in that bed. He didn't want him to think, or know, that he wasn't feeling great. He looked at the time. He had been sleeping for more than half and hour. He could go back to class right now, and probably should.
He straightened up, putting his hands on the mattress to stay up. He heard it before he felt it. The crumpling of paper. Charlie looked down at his hand, which cover a small note. The now familiar kind of notes. Isaac's notes.
He took the note to read it, realising that Isaac had to have written it right here and there, while he was asleep. The small crinkled note made him sad, reminding him of how much he actually missed him. And how much he just couldn't go back to him.
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