You sighed as you took the bread out of the oven, fighting off a pounding headache that made you want to scream.
But nevertheless, you proceeded. That was the old English way of saying "bad bitches don't cry." It was poetic really.
You put bread on the kitchen table. The chicken in the oven was nearly ready and you were nearly ready to kick something.
You were probably just tired. And grumpy. You went to the fridge and gulped down the last of your iced coffee from this morning. Instantly you started to perk up and the ringing in your ears wasn't so loud. Much better.
"Dinner!!" You yelled into the living room. The whole gang was over and you'd promised Steve that you'd cook tonight. He didn't like anyone's food nearly as much as yours.
Your boyfriend Darry was the first into the kitchen, running like a little kid. You giggled and he kissed you on the cheek. The rest of the boys filed in, taking their time to sit down and grab plates. Their low and comforting chatter made your headache more tolerable. You took the chicken out of the oven and put it on the table, leaving them to sort out the rest. They thanked you with cheeky smiles and you did your best to smile back, walking over to the counter.
You hoisted yourself up and sat spaced out. Watching Steve struggle to cut the chicken. He whined something about the knife being dull and Darry took over, cutting it with ease. Steve pouted.
Once everyone was settled Darry took notice of you. Sitting all by yourself.
"Aren't ya gonna eat doll?" He said looking up from his plate.
"Yeah I will Dar.. I'm just not feelin too good right now." You said. He nodded and continued eating, but every once and a while he'd look back up at you making sure you were alright.
You hopped down and went over to the fridge. Instinctively you grabbed a can of "zoom" a self proclaimed "energy juice" and cracked it open. In reality it was just cancer in a can. You'd drank at least five this week. And it was only Wednesday.
You wandered off to the living room with your drink and watched whatever show was on tv. You couldn't focus on it anyway. Some wave of energy had come over you, but not in the way it usually did.
You were antsy. Restless. You physically felt like you could run for miles. But your brain was another story. It was worn out and so so tired. You couldn't even make a thought.
Maybe you just needed sleep. Or were coming down with something at worse. You sighed and slid down the couch, laying back. If sleep was what you needed, sleep was what you were gonna get. You shut your eyes.
You focused on the noises in the house. The scraping of forks and spoons in the kitchen. The chatter and occasional yells from the boys. The hum of the refrigerator. Your heart beating in your ears. But still your body wanted to MOVE.
You flipped over harshly on the couch. When that didn't work you turned again. And again. And again. But still nothing would release your pent up energy. Then it dawned on you.
Maybe. Just maybe.. you'd drank too much caffeine?
Now your brain was shutting down while your body was more alive than ever.
You groaned in frustration and sat up quickly.
You screamed as you were met with Darry's face right in front of yours. He looked just as startled as you. You tried to regain control of your heart as his eyes met yours.
"You don't look too good..." he said putting a hand on your forehead.
"Thanks Darry, I don't feel too good either." You huffed. By this time you realized your scream had caught everyone's attention and they'd all come rushing into the living room. You lied down, back to your lifeless state on the couch.
Darry frowned and pulled one of your eyelids up. You didn't even try to fight him as he scooped you up in his arms and took you towards the stairs.
Soda ushered the rest of the gang away, saying something about privacy and you not feeling well.
Your energy was slowly fading into a battle to keep your eyes open and Darry gently laid you on his bed.
"Ok I'm just gonna ask and I want you to be honest with me y/n. And I love you no matter what." He said taking a serious tone. He took a deep breath. "Are you on drugs?"
You almost laughed. Almost. But you were too brain dead. Instead you gave him a smirk and grabbed his hand. "No Dar. I'm not on drugs I promise."
He let out a breath you didn't realize he was holding.
"Then what's goin on?" He asked. You thought back to the ungodly amount of coffee you'd ingested in the last couple weeks. Maybe you should just lie and tell him you were coming down with something.
"I dunno..." you lied, looking down.
"Maybe we should take you to the doctor." He said squeezing your hand.
"I'm probably just tired Dar it's okay..."
"You've got a fever and your pupils are huge." He said with a frown. Just as he finished his sentence Two Bit yelled from downstairs.
"WHO DRANK ALL THE ENERGY DRINKS!" His voiced boomed throughout the house, along with the fridge door slamming.
"Don't slam the door!" Ponyboy yelled.
Darry looked at you in realization.
"Dilated pupils, exhaustion.. you drank them didn't you?"
Tears formed in your eyes, afraid that he was mad.
"Hey, hey it's okay." He said tilting your chin towards him. "I'm not angry." You nodded.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to have this many. I just can't keep up with everything. It helped for a while.." you said. He wiped a tear off of your face.
"I'll save you the lecture but caffeine can be really bad for you when you drink this much.. you shoulda told me hon."
"Yeah I know.. I'm not gonna drink anymore after this.. I feel awful." You laughed. He smiled.
"Well I'm glad you aren't sick. Just get some rest and it'll be better by morning." He kissed you on the cheek and covered you with the blanket on his bed.
"Goodnight Y/N"
Jesus this sounds more like a 30 second PSA you'd find before your YouTube video I'm sorry.
