☆HIGH(SCHOOL)☆ lil peep

☆i crash, u crash☆

Tracy's POV:

Emma has been in the bathroom for like fucking tow hours but I decided not to disturb her because I get it that she needed time, especially because she looked like she hadn't showered in weeks.

I had ordered us wings, burgers, fries and a bunch of kinds of pizzas, not knowing what she liked anymore, but this was always the type of shit she would eat when we were younger.

I heard a door open and I looked up and saw her walking out of the bathroom with wet hair and my oversized hoodie on with bare legs. Her legs looked shiny. 

I looked up at her face and studied how her features changed, and how different she looked without dirt covering her. She looked... beautiful.

Stop it Tracy you can't have those thoughts.

But I just continued staring at her body, her long shiny legs, and her wet curly hair that fell just above her chest. Her bright green eyes and long curled, dark eyelashes. 

I loved how my hoodie sagged down halfway to her knees on her. 

And I could see the bottom of my boxers slightly peeking out.

And how they hugged her curves-

She must have gotten uncomfortable because I was staring so she started talking.

"D-did you order food?" She asked, knocking me out of my zone. 

I nodded. 

She just plopped down on her bed and got under the covers grabbing the remote and turning it on to Spongebob, her favorite.

I smiled.

"What???!!" She asked with a slight attitude.

"The only show I've ever seen you watch is SpongeBob," I said laughing and pointing at her, playfully making fun of her.

"Shut up!" She pleaded.

"No."

"SHUT UP!"

"Make me."

She jumped from her bed to mine and jumped on top of me tackling me. She started tickling me and I grabbed onto her waist to pry her off of me but she just sat on my lap and continued tickling me. But then I pushed her hands away and flipped us around so I was on top tickling her. 

"Stop T-tracy s-stoppppp," she pleaded.

I just shook my head laughing.

But then I stopped.

She looked me deep into my eyes and I stared deep into hers.

"Hello I have your foo- OH MY GOSH" I heard a familiar British accent say.

Vincenzo.

I quickly jumped off of her and rushed to the door grabbing the food from him and slipping him a 20. I quickly closed the door on him and walked back towards Emma. She sat on my bed biting her nails awkwardly and I plopped down next to her.

"He probably thought we were about to fuck," I said chuckling.

She laughed awkwardly.

I laid the boxes of food out on the bed and opened them and she gasped.

"You got all my favorites?" She asked in a high baby voice.

I nodded smiling.

She squealed and wrapped her arms around me tightly and rocked us back and forth and then pulled away pulling out a piece of macaroni and cheese pizza and a buffalo wing.

It was like nothing ever happened between us, Emma was bad at getting over things quickly, she was bad at getting over things at all. But when it came to me, she acted like it never happened, or she forgot about the whole situation right after it occurred.

I leaned back and started watching Spongebob on tv while we both ate.

...

I was wide awake with my mind racing a mile per minute and I was unable to sleep. I just there alone in my bed while Emma laid in hers peacefully before I was startled by a scream. I shot up and looked over to see Emma wide awake sitting up shaking uncontrollably. I quickly turned on the lamp on the side table and jumped out of my bed and into hers. I wrapped my arms around her and sat her in my lap.

"Shhhh shhh It's okay you're okay I got you it was just a dream," I reassured her. 

She cried into my shirt trying to catch her breath as I rocked her back and forth. 

"Breathe, breathe," I said slowly trying to stay calm.

Emma always had horrible night terrors after what happened with her dad and I have become the master of calming her down. We slept in the same room when she was living at my house so I could be quick to act when she had these nightly occurrences and I always knew what to do to make her feel better.

I'm surprised I still acted this fast, especially being that this is the first time I'm seeing her in years, and this is the first time I'm dealing with one of her nigh terrors in so long.

I rocked her back and forth and hummed to her as she cried, as her breathing slowly went back to normal. I turned the tv on and put Spongebob on and laid her down. 

"I'll be right back," I said and she nodded shakily.

I quickly hopped up and went to get her some room temperature water. I set it on the side table and scooped her back up into my arms and grabbed the water and handed it to her. She started chugging it, taking deep breaths in between each gulp. Once it was empty I took the glass from her and set it down and she got more comfortable.

I was casually sitting down with my legs out, propped up against the pillows while she was in a fetal position half facing my chest. My arms were wrapped around her and I rubbed her arms softly with one of my hands while she laid her head in the crook of my neck.

"Good night Jazz," she said quietly.

I kissed her forehead.

You might think we were dating but we weren't and we aren't. We're just like brother and sister, but best friends, but closer. Like we were dating but we were really just friends. We never had sex or anything like that, and as far as I know, Emma's still a virgin. We drunk kissed once while we were crossfaded home alone while my parents were out of town on accident, but we never really spoke on it. It got really hot and heavy and we started making out and she started taking off her shirt and I slipped my hand in her pants and almost started fingering her but she almost puked while we were kissing so she rushed to get up and ended up getting really sick so we just spent the next day watching movies, hella hungover. But I don't think she remembers it. I wasn't that fucked up, I only had like 3 shots but she had like 20 and like 10 beers and half a bottle of Henny with a blunt that we later would find out was laced. 

I never told Emma, but I've been in love with her since elementary school. And I could tell she didn't feel the same way. I tried giving her small hints but I never told her because I didn't want to ruin the relationship. I don't have feelings for her anymore. I love her, I'm just not IN love with her anymore. But I know we're gonna end up getting closer again. And to be honest, this is the best thing that could happen to me right now. I was really missing her and I came down here to visit my grandparents and she was on my mind the whole time and then a miracle happened. 

I began to drift off to sleep with Emma in my arms.

"Good night Em."