Falling Asleep On A Stranger

I've been lying in this bed for two days exactly now, only ever moving to go to the toilet, then returning back to the bed. I hadn’t ate since the incident, I just felt so wrong, so dirty. What if I hadn’t have ran? What could have happened, if anything had happened Vic would never forgive Mike or me, I could never do that to him, I would not split up his family for a stupid action. Yeah, Vic's a very accepting person and everything, but everyone has there limits. Vic's are his family being messed about & his closest friends being hurt. Well, I can positively tick both those boxes off. A knock on my bedroom sounded, “Hey V, are you okay? You haven’t ate anything since Thursday, tell me what you fancy and ill make it” Mom mumbled from behind the door. “I’m fine mom, I'm just not hungry, don’t worry about it” I shouted back trying to sound as happy as I possibly could. “Ava, I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are not happy, open this door or I'll get Hayley to call Vic” Mom shouted, I knew that she'd get annoyed sooner or later. Its a parent thing I suppose. I placed my headphones in my ears muffling out any sound coming from behind the small wooden door that separates us. Letting Jeremy McKinnon sing me a lullaby, I drift into a musical slumber.

I was awoken to the door being kicked through and the blinds being ripped open. Allowing the sunlight to singe my skin, blinding me from seeing who or what had intruded into my bedroom. I massaged my eyes, in hope that the multicoloured spots would soon disappear out of my vision. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? DO YOU THINK YOUR SMART STARVING YOURSELF?” Bellowed a unrecognisable voice, my ears ringing from hours of extremely loud music. “I think you'll find that I wasn’t hungry, last time I checked not being hungry is not starving yourself” I mumbled truthfully, pushing my pillow over the top of my head restricting the light from reaching my face. “THINK YOUR FUNNY NOW, HA HA HA, IM LAUGHING SO MUCH, FIRST THINGS FIRST WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?” The voice boomed. Leave? I don’t understand, I hadn’t left anyon---Mike, what the fuck was that gum ball idiot doing here, he has no right to be here. “What do you want? I don’t have to explain anything to you because guess what I don't have anything to do with you, so why don't you do us both a favour and leave?” I mumbled underneath the pillow still pressed to my face. I didn't exactly want to talk to him let alone see him. “I want to talk, I wouldn’t come here just to see your ugly face would I? Secondly, if I wanted to leave I would have already left& Thirdly, have fun trying to breathe” Mike said smoothly, “WAIT, WHA-----” A crushing weight was applied on top of the duck-feather pillow, my arms began flinging around, hitting his body, trying to push his weight of my face.

Mike started laughing but then quickly lifted his weight of the pillow so I could breathe. I pushed cushion from my face so I could look at Mike. He was sat next to my lifeless body on the bed, staring emotionless at the desk opposite my bed, looking at the hundreds of hundreds of photos which covered the entire wall, glaring at each individual photograph one by one. Tony and I, Vic and I, Jaime and I, Hayley and I. Eyeing down every single photo, until he looked nearer the middle of the wall. I knew which one he'd seen originally, the group one, the one with the band when they first started playing. Then he'd glanced at the photograph underneath, the only ever existing photo of Mike & I in 7th grade. We were both sticking our tongues out at each other, Vic had taken the photo, I'd asked to have it for some ridiculous reason, and its been there ever since. I suppose it just fit well into the design. A smile began tugging at his lips, which made me subconscious of the fact that I'd just spent a few seconds watching him. I began twiddling my fingers, to distract myself from the remotely attractive guy sat on my bed. “I'd thought Vic had deleted that photograph, yanno for a minute I thought you really hated me enough not to put a single picture of me on your wall” he giggled, I let out a slight snicker, “Well if I'm being completely honest, that photos only up there because my eyebrows look so god damn good on it” I snorted, sometimes, I sit and wonder whether I subconsciously prepare rebounds for everything, it scares me occasionally. But then I think well hey, they have no response I win. “I've liked you since then” Mike mumbled under his breathe, did I just hear correct or are my ears deceiving me? “Wh-What?” I stammer, Mike whips his head around staring straight into my eyes. “I’ve liked you since then, I'm going to kiss you, just tell me if you dont want me to and ill leave” he said quickly and boldly. His hand delicately caressing my cheek looking deep into my eyes. The slow smiles formed on our faces as we moved to each other.
We tilted our faces and our lips touched. For a moment in time, nothing mattered and everything stopped. We pressed our lips together, a deep embrace where two souls connect in the most intimate manner, igniting the spine and sending every nerve through timeless passionate bliss. He parted away from me, whispering“Be mine” before walking through the broken bedroom door.

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