The bell interrupts my emotional breakdown, I look up from my book, then at the light between the curtains, then at the clock on the wall. Who the hell is at my door at 5am?
"Ohh right." I sniff, remembering the guys, I grab my book, wrap a blanket around me and try to walk downstairs while reading. I have a few pages left, and my tears are like waterfalls. How do people who read a lot handle this?
I distractedly open the door, then I read, 'Jonny was the only thing Dally loved.'
I bring my hand up to my mouth, "no." I whisper, and impossibly even more tears roll down my face. The others look at me with alarmed expressions.
"Are you alright?"
"Why are you crying?"
"Did anyone hurt you?"
"No.." I repeat and wobble over to collapse on the nearest couch. Blanket over my head, head in my arms- crying uncontrollably.I can hear the guys arguing over my head-
"Dude what do we do-"
"I don't know-"
"-didn't think it would be this bad-"
"- we'll get you chocolates-"
"- get you death eater-"
"-flowers-"
"-don't cry-"
"-Xander will get it for you-"
"-Lance is right guys we need to get her to her own kind-"
I sit up, "this is all your fault," I throw a pillow at Xander, who easily catches it in mid-air, he's about to say something but I beat him to it, "Shut up I need to finish." I tell them, then open the book again.
"But we're-"
"Shh." I hiss at Spencer.
After that they all shut up, then a liter of tears, a couple dozen stabs to the heart, a ton of suppressed sobs, and a whole box of tissues, I close the book, and lay it on the coffee table.
"Okay. I think I'll need therapy-"I announce, then gape at them, "-are you serious?"
They look up from the card game they were playing on the floor.
"Hey, we got bored." Spencer defends.
"You told us to shut up." Axel adds.
Lance and Xander shrug. I scoff, rub my eyes and move to sit with them on the floor, the blanket still wrapped around me, "you guys are idiots,"
Spencer grins, "we know."
Xander coughs, "actually there's only one."
"Oh yeahh," Spencer muses, getting it, "Axel."
"No, I meant you."
Spencer clutches his cards to his chest, on his face a look of pure anguish, he takes a sharp breath, "you have wound me."
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Shadows
Teen Fiction'Nothing unusual- Except running away from cops dressed as mustached-gangster-pirates- and jumping up and down walls and skipping a lesson and tricking the whole school into thinking you fell down the stairs while really you were running away from...
