Wanted

•Overthinking•

    {•Unedited•}
                       ~Atticus's POV~

      Bex walks behind me, hands on my back. She acts as if I fall back she'll be able to catch me; I'd crush her. It feels good to have her around again, even if it is because I can hardly walk in a straight line. I'm going to be out of work for a while, at least until I can stand up straight.
    "Go to the couch," she tells me. I slowly walk to the couch and sit down, my muscles aching as I do so. She stands in front of me with her arms crossed. She looks like an adorable little mess. Her hair is up, but half way out, mascara from yesterday smudged her her eyes.
    "Thank you for driving me, but how are you gonna get back to the dorms now?" I ask. She shows me her phone that's in her hand.
    "I can call Marissa," she answers, sitting down close beside me. Her shoulder brushes against mine, her skin warm. She looks exhausted, her yes sunken in. "This is gonna sound weird after all that's happened, but can I stay the night? I don't want her driving in ten dark."
"Yeah, of course," I tell her. "You can take the bed. I'm good on the couch." Her brows raise, lips pressed together. Did I say something wrong?
"You just broke a whole bunch of bones, you're not sleeping on a couch that you'd hardly sleep on. The bed is big enough for the both of us, we can keep on our sides." She's right, I shouldn't sleep on the couch; I'd probably fall off.
"This has been the worst Halloween ever," she says to herself, resting her head back. I remember her mentioning one night how much she loved this holiday. She went on and on about it. If I really thought about it, I could probably remember every work she said.
"Sorry," I say, placing my hand on hers in a friendly way. She smiles, look over at me. Her eyes look smaller than usual from being tired. The door bell ringing makes her laugh.
    "I take it you didn't get candy for the kids?" I shake my head. It was on my to do list, but obviously I didn't get around to it. "That's gonna be me soon. Taking my kid to trick or treat. That's terrifying." Oh, so now she wants to be worried? I'm sure she's been worried the whole time, but she's too stubborn to admit it. Everyone would be nervous about something like this until the baby actually pops out I'm sure.
     "Yeah, but you also have to see how exciting that is too," I tell her. She sighs. "You're gonna get to take your kid out on Halloween, decorate a Christmas tree with them one day. That's exciting."
     "Me and my boring all white Christmas lights," she says, smiling to herself. Her hand rests on her stomach that hasn't grown at all. I can't believe my brother of all people is getting blessed to have a kid with her. Not saying that I'm worthy of it, but come on.
     "You're gonna make an amazing mom and she's gonna love you. All that matters is how hard you try," I tell her. Her eyes drop to where her hand is laying.
    "What if you're right about what you said? That I shouldn't keep it and that it's stupid to bring a kid into all of this?" I knew my words would come back to bite me in the ass. Now here I am encouraging her. "You're right. Zav works with the Cartel, I'm never gonna know what he's really up to. I'm in school, how am I supposed to give my baby the attention he or she is gonna need?"
     I wish I wasn't the one who has to answer her questions. Someone has to calm her nerves and I'm the only one here. "Just you said, you're mom was a student when she was pregnant with you. Your dad's a gang member. You're one of the best people I've ever met. You don't judge people because of what you came from. You're so fucking smart too. That baby couldn't have been luckier to have you as a mom, whether the situation was different or not."
Her eyes soften. Did I for once actually say the right thing? "Thank you. Also, please don't try to be that uncle."
"I'll try not to be."
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"Come on, it was clear from the very beginning that Damon is better for her," she says, brows pulled together as she talks. We could t find anything to watch, so she convinced me into watching the first few episodes of the show The Vampire Diaries. Not my thing, but definitely not bad either.
"Why can't the good guy just win for once?" I ask. She rolls her eyes at me.
"Because that's boring." I should have known she would think the safe option was boring. Her legs are pushed under her, her face pressed against against the couch cushion. Her hands are tucked the pocket of her hoodie in front of her. "It's getting late."
"We should go to sleep," I add, moving the pillow I was sitting against. She gets up, pulling her leggings up. "You're already in pajamas but I can give you something else if you want. You know I turn the heater on at night." She nods, taking her hands out of the pocket.
She follows me to the room, her footsteps barely audible. Walking to my closet, I take down a random t-shirt and hand it to her. She walks off to the bathroom, hair falling to her back as she moves. How the hell did she drag so far deep when we weren't even together for that long?
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~Bex's POV~