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Chapter Twenty-Five: This Is Halloween

Chapter Twenty-Five: This Is Halloween

Ellie

I woke up to a familiar pain in my lower stomach. Groaning, I roll over on the bed and pull the duvet up and over my head. Really, Mother Nature? Did you have to come, today of all days, when I promised myself that I’d get revenge on Mark? Oh, Christ, and the party is today. Fan-fucking-tastic. Thanks, Mother Nature! You’re the best! Just kidding, go fuck yourself.

I reach for my phone on the bedside table, my hand scrabbling blindly over the surface as I, as stubborn as I am, refuse to come out from under the covers. I finally reach it, pulling it into my little cave of fluffy blankets. I unlock it, cringing at the bright light for a moment before my eyes finally adjust to it. I realize that it is one in the afternoon, and I have multiple messages from people who also do YouTube. Mainly ones in LA. Not all of those who normally live here, though, ones who are visiting.

Felix: Can’t wait for tonight! I and Marzia have the best costumes ever ;)

Phil: Ellie! Thanks for inviting me to the party! Dan and I will be there.

Ken: I heard that you’re having a Halloween party. I and Mary are crashing it – see you there.

Rhett: Will be at the party a little late – have to stay with the kids until the nanny arrives. See you soon.

Mark: Get your ass up, I’m not decorating this apartment alone. Love youuuuu.

The last message actually brings a smile to my face, even if it is soon wiped off by the constant pain in my stomach. Letting out a groan of frustration, I throw back the covers and sit up in bed with a frown. I really don’t want to get up. Well, yes I do. I want to see Mark. But the bed’s so comfortable…

Ignoring these thoughts are difficult for a person as lazy as me. However, I know that I have already had a long lie in. I don’t usually sleep this late – I’m normally awake by nine and up by ten. I crawl out of the bed, squinting my eyes at the light that floods the room. Damn, it’s bright out today. I reach for my hair brush, pulling it through my hair. I can’t be bothered to change out of my pyjamas, but I’m definitely going to wear trousers instead of shorts. When I pull them on, I let out a somewhat irritated breath as I open the door to go down.

I lazily walk down the stairs, holding a hand to my head. I spot Mark from across the room, lying on the couch. I notice that he is also in his pyjamas, so I at least won’t look super lazy. I cross my arms, letting them hang low. They almost reach my lower abdomen, and, for some reason, it makes me feel a little better. I’m still not in the best of moods, though, and I know this because it’s irritating as hell to even admit it.

Sherlock sits on the window sill, his tail slowly swaying as he observe the outside world. I follow his gaze, spotting a bird sitting on a tree. Suddenly, I am pulled backwards and raised slightly into the air. I let out a yelp of surprise as I am picked up from behind, and I struggle a little in strong arms. Mark laughs at me, finally letting me go.