19 July 2012
Hey guys, this one's pretty short and dramatic. I think it's pretty good though so, enjoy ;)
*Drew's POV* Even though It's cliché, it was the rays of sunlight slipping through the gaps in the curtains that woke me up. My eyes eased open as I examined my familiar surroundings. My room. Except, Justin was here as well. He was tucked underneath the covers beside me, holding me into his chest. His mouth hung slightly open, the faintest trail of dribble left on the corner of his lips. I couldn't help but giggle softly to myself at the sight of his sandy brown hair, once perfectly spiked, now messed and unruly from sleep. Last night's torrential rain probably had something to do with it too. After we'd, ya know, kissed a bit and made up, we came back inside and lay awake together, talking about... well, everything. I can't remember who fell asleep first, but it seemed like it had been me, as Justin still did not open his eyes, he was lost in a deep, blissful sleep. It was only when he let out a soft chuckle that I knew he was awake, and was well aware of my consciousness. "Drew, you're watching me sleep" he smiled, eyes still squeezed shut. "I know. Sorry". "S'ok". I think that was my queue to stop staring. Nah. "Drew...". "Right. Staring. Sorry" I blabbed, averting my gaze from his smooth lips. I couldn't help but lean in and peck them softly. Just once. Ok, twice. One more time. I ended up giving him a full blown kiss, merging my lips over and over with his. He chuckled "Drew..." he murmured into my lips. I ignored him, and continued to kiss him. He rolled onto his back, laughing as I didn't give up. "Hey, come back here" I giggled, running my fingers through his short, messy hair. He licked his lips over softly, finally opening his eyes to look up at me lovingly. He rested his head underneath his hands, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. "What are you thinking about?" I mumbled, sitting up with my legs crossed. "How beautiful you are" he breathed. I blushed bright red, the colour of my hair, staring down into my lap. Only then did I realise that my head was constantly thumping. Over and over. It pounded repetitively, making my eyes strain and my neck ache. I placed the back of my hand precariously on my forehead. It felt like an oven. Or like someone had set a fire inside my head, and now the flames burned through my skull and out onto my bare skin, scorching me like the surface of the sun. "Drew, you alright?" Justin frowned, sitting up straight beside me. No. No I was not. But before I could answer, I felt a churning deep in the pit of my stomach. I didn't have the chance to do anything other than run. Out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the bathroom. When I heard Justin's footsteps approaching, I decided to lock the door behind me. There was no need for him to see me like this, and see what was about to happen. My instinct told me: Get to the sink. NOW. I did just that, and the outcome was exactly how you'd expect it to be. I'll spare you the details, but basically, I threw up. Once. Twice. And by the third time I was in pieces. I felt shaky and weak, as if I'd just thrown up my insides. I went numb, and fell to the floor, my hot body sticking to the ice cold tile, barely cooling me at all. I breathed heavily and felt hot tears sting my cheeks, sliding off my skin and making the gentlest dropping noise as they fell to the floor. By now, Justin had picked the lock, and come running in. He crouched over me, eyes filled with fear and concern. As he called for Mamaw, my body began to convulse, my chest heaving. I suddenly was scared I'd stop breathing. I took in deep, quick breaths, the sheer panic getting to me. My head still pounded and became worse under the harsh, white light of the Bathroom. I wanted to tell them to turn the light off, or scream, or say something, but I couldn't. All I did was cry and whimper. I saw it literally killing Justin, and did my best to calm down. My vision began to blur, but I was sure there were three faces above me. Mamaw, Poppa, and obviously Justin. Sweet, caring Justin. He looked so scared. So worried. But also ashamed because he hadn't gotten me to eat more. It wasn't his fault. It was mine. And seeing the pure pain in his eyes made me promise, swear, vow and pledge, I would get better. I'd start eating. Not for me, not for Mamaw, not for Poppa, not even for India, but for him. After all the things he'd done for me, finally, I could pay him back. <3
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