My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 17 - Leaving

~ Chilled's POV~

After another long night the first thing I notice in the morning is that my side is cold with the absence of another person. Somehow I have already become accustomed to the constant warm presence right beside me that holds me throughout the night. One thing I haven't become accustomed to is the natural soar feeling of my lips, something that although I should think of as "sexy" or something of the sort just bothers and embarrasses me. Of course, the tingling and small sensations right after it happens are always pleasant it's usually the morning after you realize just how long you guys must have been making out for your lips to feel this strangely. Although it does bother me I can't help the blush holding my fingers up to my lips, the knowledge that Adam was the one who caused this clear and fresh in my memories. After tracing my own lips for a long period of time I lay back down, nothing else to really do since I'm not entirely sure if that deal with Nanners is still on. It seems as if we made up and the whole thing was stupid but I'm not entirely sure and I don't want to risk it.

Rolling out of bed I slowly crawl to the door and creak it open only revealing the dark hallways leading to nothing in particular. Silently I step down the hall, glancing around as if something will come out at any second. Instead it's just an empty, eery silence that stays over the dark hall only lit by the morning light shining from the living room. I yawn loudly and stretch as I enter the living room, left exactly the same as yesterday. He really did just leave me here once again expecting I understood everything from just sucking faces yesterday. I sigh and glance around before finding the light switch and turn the lights on, illumintating the same room as always. Geez, I feel depressing today, like I'm realizing once again that I'm pratically abandoned every day in this house. I guess the puppy got a lot of attention yesterday so I'm extra lonely today. The sudden clack nearby shocks me and I quickly turn to the source, only finding the window curtains moved slightly and there's a cat outside the window.

Happy for any form of company I dash over to the small cat and hold my finger at the cold glass and smile as the cat presses its nose towards the glass at my finger. I move my finger up and immediately the small orange paws snap up to where my fingers are. Suddenly, the cat looks away from me and jumps off the little perch, making me sigh in disappointment just as a face appears in front of me. At the sudden appearance I jump and fall backwards hitting my head right on the edge of the couch. I groan in pain and rub the back of my head, glaring at the figure on the other side of the window but the man just smiles and points in the direction towards the door. I roll my eyes but slowly crawl in the direction before climbing up and walk towards the door, eager to open it and reveal one of the friends I am allowed to see.

"Gassy! Why didn't you visit sooner? Really. I would have appreciated sooner," I complain and he just walks past me, not even sparing me a chuckle for my poor attempt at humor. "Why are you here anyways, bastard," I mutter, closing the door shut behind him and follow him inside. Gassy looks over his surroundings, the strangely neat house that makes it clear it's been cleaned over and over again, usually the work of a maid but actually the work of a bored ass adult.

"Ze told me he told you-" I look at him, confused for a moment then I realize: he knew too. Well of course he did, plus Nanners explained to me his past with Gassy too when he wasn't busy sucking my face. Although I should be freaking out on him about how he had never told me anything about it and that he could have always come to me when he needed help but I can't get the angry frustration out. I guess I completely destroyed any shred of anger I had when I destroyed the anger I had towards Nanners, not that it's a good thing.

"It's alright, buddy. I don't really give a fuck anymore," I mutter and Gassy glances back towards me, seeming continually troubled with my carefree attitude.