Cliché

5: Yuki

Yang very slowly drove me home, he carried me all the way up the stairs. "Yuki," He said when we reached my door, "I need the key."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??????"

"The key. To your apartment."

"D-Doormat........."

He propped me up beside the door while he got the key before picking me up again and taking me inside. "Yuki, do you have any stomach medicine?"

"Hahahahhahah probably not hahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahha"

Yang sighed and put me on my bed, then turned to leave.

"Stayyyyyyy," I said tugging on his jacket, "Pweaaaseeeeeee..."

He looked at me and sighed, "Okay fine."

My bed barely fits me, no way it can fit two people. But I wanted him next to me, I needed him. He knows my secret and I think that makes me feel safer?

Whatever the case, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly on my dresser. Then laid next to me, he hugged me close and whispered "I'm sorry" into my ear, I mumbled something I don't remember and drifted into dreamland.