Out of My Mind (Book 2)

Chapter Five

My sleep was fine.

It was.

"Morning, Cupcake!" Colton yawned, as I felt him stretch his whole body across my bed from whatever feeling I have in my back.

"It'd be nice if you got off of me, Colton." I said, feeling not only his body weight but also, the painful churning of my stomach.

"It's nice here though."

"Seriously, Colton." I tensed up, trying to curl up so that my knees were against my stomach with my arms wrapped around them. "I don't feel well."

He slowly rolled over. "What's wrong, Cupcake?"

At that moment, I felt a build up in my stomach and I jumped out of bed and ran towards my bathroom.

I leaned over and vomited, steadying myself as I put my hands on my knees before surviving the first wave and slowly kneeling down next to the toilet.

Colton ran in soon after. "I'm not going to ask if you're okay because then I'd just be stupid."

"You already are." I muttered softly trying to lessen the taste of vomit in my mouth.

"I already knew you thought that of me but I don't mind." He said, walking over and picking up my hair as another wave of vomit made its way through my throat.

"You done?" He asked.

I put my finger up." Wait. Let me sit here for a bit."

Through my rough breathing and my eyes beginning to droop, I could see his eyes soften as I turned around and sat down on the floor against the toilet and he let go of my hair and kneeled down on one knee.

He pursed his lips. His lips looked so soft and smooth. They looked just as they had five years ago. I felt like I was the only girl in his sights five years ago.

You were.

I felt like five years ago, my life picked up because of him.

"Can you help me up?" I asked, reaching my hand out to him. "I really need to brush my teeth."

He smiled as he got up and pulled me up.

As I grasped onto his hand, it felt soft. His hand felt smooth and soft.

I felt weak.

Every single time I get the stomach bug, I feel weak by the end of it.

I leaned slightly over the countertop and rested my hands on the edge to support my weight.

I could see Colton exit the bathroom as I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste.

Two minutes later, I was wrapped inside the comforter of my bed as I felt weight sink into the other side as the bed shifted slightly.

"What are you doing?" I asked, tucking a small pillow against my stomach and putting pressure.

"I'm laying down with you." Colton said, staring into my hazel eyes. "I'm not leaving you here feeling like shit."

"What about five years ago?"

His eyes widened and his blue irises brightened before he softened his face. "I knew you'd be fine. I wouldn't have left if I knew you wouldn't be okay. I know you." He said. "You had Kara and Mason. You weren't alone, Cupcake."

"I wanted you, Colton." I admitted. "Kara listened but didn't fully understand. Mason is Mason." I said. "I wanted you for a reason. I wanted you to stay for multiple reasons. I wanted you to stay because you listened and fully understood. I wanted you to stay because I felt my life going uphill for once in my life. I wanted you to stay because I didn't feel as bad in shitty situations. I feel as if you helped make me a better person."