By Chance

Chapter Seventeen : By Chance

Summer's POV

I wipe my happy tears away from my face as Brady uncrosses his arm and sits up.

"Alright, that was one of the worst movies I've ever seen." He looks over at me. "Are you seriously crying?" The amount of times he's seen me with tears is seriously ridiculous and embarrassing.

I glare at him. "These two people have been in love for years and the timing was always off. They spent their lives miserable without each other, and now they're finally together. Star-crossed lovers. Nothing about that pulls your heart strings even a little?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "No," he says promptly.

"You were getting a little sad when Alex figured out the baby wasn't his, and you can't even deny it." Brady's being so dramatic over how much he didn't enjoy the movie and I want him to admit it wasn't that bad.

I raise my eyebrows at him after I'm left without an answer. "Okay, that part was kind of sad," he gives in. "But the movie in general was like a 2/10."

I shrug. "As long as we're living together, you're just going to have to suffer and watch my 2/10 movies," I smirk at him.

The gorgeous sound that is Brady's laugh fills the room. "Then I might have to kick you out," he jokes and stands up. He goes into his room and searches for something on his dresser. He eventually grabs a bottle of ibuprofen and takes a few.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

He walks back over to the couch and sits down. "I feel a migraine coming on. I don't know why though. I got more sleep today than I usually get in a night." He waits a couple seconds. "I've taken so much ibuprofen today."

I give him an apologetic smile and take a deep breath. "Alright," I stand up. "It's getting late, and we both need some sleep. I hope you feel better." I begin to walk away.

"7:30 tomorrow? Like to take you to work?"

"If that's okay with you." He nods and I start my way up the stairs. "Goodnight," I say before he's out of eyesight.

"Goodnight," he responds.

I finish the trip up the stairs and to my room. I put on a big hoodie and lay in bed, but pause when I remember the oversized hoodie I've been sleeping in every night since I was assaulted is Lance's. I stole it from his closet nearly a year ago. My stomach starts to hurt at the thought of me wearing his clothing.

I quickly rip it off of myself. Enough is enough.

I throw on a random shirt and hustle outside to put Lance's hoodie in the garbage. Seems fitting. The irony literally makes me laugh.

I go back inside and try to fall asleep again, but I can't. I sleep in hoodies, I always have. My mom always had me do so because it made less laundry, and I can't sleep without one. It's like trying to sleep with socks on.

I search around my bags and closet to see if I grabbed another when I packed, but I know I didn't. I'm not sure I have one of my own. I always would sneak them from Lance, and I'm so accustomed to that.

Brady keeps the house freezing, and just sheets and a blanket aren't going to keep me warm. I really have no other choice than to wear one of Brady's.

Asking Brady to wear one of his might be a little strange. We've gotten to be pretty close, but not 'stealing each other's clothes' close. He definitely won't mind if I wear it, but I still don't want him to think it's weird.

I eventually decide to stop caring what might happen, throw my covers off, and end up at Brady's bedroom door. I lightly knock, not wanting to risk waking him if he somehow feel asleep easily, but I'm immediately given a 'Come in'.