A Week With Him

Chapter 8 - Too Soon

I eventually opened my eyes tiredly in the late morning but immediately closed them again when my head started throbbing badly. I tried shifting in my position but I couldn't. I tried reaching my hand up to touch my face, but I couldn't do that either. I opened my eyes again to see what was preventing me from doing it, and found two pale arms locked around me securely. I jumped when I realised it was Jeff, he was cuddling me close to him and appeared to be asleep. Any other day I would have kicked him out of my bed, but after last night, it didn't feel weird. I welcomed it instead, it felt strange knowing a boy was holding me, but it was nice at the same time.

I tried craning my neck to look at him, I jumped when I saw his eyes open, but I realised after a moment he really wasn't awake. He was sleeping with his eyes open, they looked a little shiny and glazed. I didn't think he had eyelids, I guess that's one thing that makes them look scary. But I wasn't scared of him. I looked down to see I was in the same clothes I wore last night, I swallowed and wanted to cry from remembering the awful events. I shivered at the thought of those men. I felt a bit sick when I saw the splodges of blood on Jeff's hoodie, but I didn't take it off anyway, it's quite cold in here. I then thought of how cold Jeff must be right now, he isn't wearing anything on his top half. I then had weird and sudden images pop into my head of what his chest looked like, I didn't know why but I wanted to see myself.

My back was pressed against him so I couldn't see from here. I slowly and carefully rolled on my side, his grip on me went a little tighter when I moved, but it went loose again and he stayed asleep. I tried not to think about how close our faces were to avoid blushing, I believed we were sharing the same pillow. Strands of his messy hair brushed my face, when I moved a bit away from his face I saw his mouth open slightly. It looked quite cute. I stared at his lips, the part where they stretched upwards, I think he told me once that he did it to himself, I felt sad at the thought. My eyes slowly travelled down to see his bare chest, he looked so pale all over as if he were ill, but I knew this was normal for him. Even though Jeff was quite skinny, he had an attractive toned chest and flat stomach. I knew my soft smile had returned, I tried not to stare too much and tried not to blush again.

"What are you doing?"
I was startled from that and quickly looked up at Jeff, the look in his eyes told me he was awake now, and he caught me staring. I couldn't look in his eyes anymore and knew my cheeks were pink. I could have asked him what he was doing in my bed but I didn't. He raised an eyebrow at me, but he didn't make fun of me this time for some reason. I blushed again and tried sitting up, but he hung onto me. "Where are you going?"Jeff asked. I tried moving again and whispered to him,"I-I'd like to go to the bathroom." He frowned at me. "But your head must hurt...just be careful then,"he said. I was a bit confused, why is he now concerned for me? Not that I was complaining though.

He slowly detached his arms from me and let me sit up in bed. I instantly felt dizzy and held one side of my head, the throb on my face felt awful. Just the action of lifting my arm hurt badly too, everything just hurt. Jeff sat up with me when he noticed I was in pain. He slowly pushed my head back down to the pillow,"Unless you're desperate for the bathroom, then stay in bed Casey." I didn't really need the toilet so I did as I was told. After a few seconds Jeff flopped back down to the pillow too, we both stared at the ceiling quietly. An embarrassing grumbling sound broke the silence, I was very hungry. I realised I didn't even eat at all yesterday, I was so het up about finding Jeff I didn't care to notice, I guess that might've been partly why I passed out. Jeff heard and turned to me. "You hungry?"he asked. I slowly nodded to that.

Jeff lifted the covers off him then headed out the room, when he came back he sat down cross-legged in front of me and handed me a chocolate bar. I sat up against some pillows but stared at the food he gave me and started laughing shakily. "Jeff, I can't have chocolate for breakfast!"I said. He just watched me and shrugged after a moment. "You like chocolate don't you? So why not?"Jeff said. My parents wouldn't have allowed it but they aren't here. I smiled at him and shrugged too then peeled off the wrapper. The chocolate bar was quite big so I snapped it in half to share it with Jeff, I don't think I ever see him eat, how does he actually survive? When I offered it to him he shook his head and stared at the window. "I'm good,"he said. I insisted he have it so I placed it down on his knee while I started eating my own half, he eventually turned back to look down at the chocolate I gave him and ate it appreciatively too.