May Fever

May 2nd 2014

CRYING:

in which a character pulls an all-nighter/in which a character deals with the consequences of said all-nighter

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I didn't sleep at all that night.

I expected everything to be completely ruined, but just a few vases fell. No houses crumbled, but people were hurt.

I tied my hair up and stared at the clock, tears streaming carelessly down my face. Why did my mom decide to tell me all of that now? Why not later?

I listened to a rock hit my window and confusingly opened my window, I tried to see who it was but it wasn't until they came into the room that I saw who it was.

It was Darius.

"What are you-"

"I was checking to see if you were alright. I heard you arguing with your mom before the earthquake," he whispered, fixing his messy hair. "I was at Wayne's house sleeping over." I felt heat surround my face and wiped the small tears off of my face.

"Were you crying?" He asked. I shook my head and sat down on my bed. I still didn't get why Darius came but Wayne didn't. It was no surprise though, because Wayne Sampson and I never talked, unless he needed to know what our homework was.

But, Wayne knew what went on in our house: nothing, like I knew what went on in Wayne's house.

He knew that I was usually alone with Ophelia, he knew that my dad and brother were gone, he knew that Joyce was always over, and he knew that my mom was always in and out of the house working shifts at the hospital.

But, Darius was the one visiting me.

I knew that Darius always threw a party when his mom and sister left the house, but as the year went by, the parties at his house died down. They were thrown at other students' homes, and I always watched him get driven home and watched him carried to his room by his friends because he was either superbdrunk, high, or both. I knew that he always argued with his mom, and he would sit on the doorstep until he calmed down. I knew that he was lonely, but he never admitted it. He just carried on with his large group of friends, his beautiful girlfriend, and his 'perfect' life.

But, Darius was here checking up on me.

But there had to be something that made Wayne always attempt to talk to me at home, especially someone that is always throwing parties that go until three in the morning. There had to be a reason why him and Anastasia looked so perfect, but they still didn't look compatible. They would just kiss and laugh and cuddle, but did they actually talk to each other? There had to be a reason why he would always look at me out of all people, and not at his girlfriend who would be in the same room as us. There had to be a reason why Wayne Sampson out of all of the seven billion people on this earth had to be the apple of my eye. He has a girlfriend and I'm shy so that takes away all hope of ever being able to pursue him.

Is it worth trying?

"Masie, you're crying again," Darius said quietly.

"Oh," I muttered, wiping my eyes again. He walked towards me and placed a hand on my chin. In the darkness of the night, I could see the lines that formed around his mouth whenever he smiled. His eyes sparkled, closing slowly as he smiled. He had a nice smile. He took a hold of my hand and I let my hand linger, feeling his skin brush against mine before I took my hand away. I looked at him and waited for him to leave my room. Darius walked towards my window, but paused before he left.

"You know that I can stay... Right?" I knew that he could, but I just didn't want him in my room. I wanted Wayne in my room, so I shook my head.