Cherry- H.S

A Little Too Much.

"Hi." He smiles, and I still don't know what to say.

"Um.. Hi.. I thought you were in Jamaica.. Why are you.. How are you here?" I ask, and open the door up for him. He wheels his suitcase in and sets it by the door, obviously having just come from the airport.

"The simple answer is a plane.. You know, those things that fly in the sky, take people to and from." He speaks sarcastically, and I watch him walk in, and turn around. "Well... Can I have a hug?" He opens his arms up, and it clicks in my head. He's here, he came to see you... Hug him dumbass!

I jump up, and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his arms wrap around my lower back, and squeeze me tight. "Hi." He speaks out again, his voice muffled, his face squished against my neck.

"Hi..." I reply back, smiling into the feeling of his arms wrapped around me.

"Missed seeing you everyday darling." He speaks up again, and turns us around, setting me down. "This is the part where you tell me you missed me too." He smiles, and I shake my head.

"I did... I did, I just didn't expect you to be home so soon, I thought you'd be there at least another week." I tell him, brushing my hair out of my face as I look at him. "I should also probably go and put on pants, please hold." I walk away, and leave my door open so I can still see him. "How was the rest of the trip?" I ask, looking back as I pull on sweatpants, the warm feeling in my chest, full and heavy.

"It was really really good... All of it was good.. Felt like there was something missing the whole time though." He tells me as he looks at me. I feel my cheeks get hot as I come back to him in my living room. "What have you been doing?" He asks, crossing his arms as I start walking around him to pick some things up... Like the clothes that I throw around my living room when I get home and don't feel like wearing pants anymore.

"Wondering if I should call you or not." I mumble to myself, and he raises his eyebrows. "I didn't mean to say that out loud." I sigh, and he laughs.

"The answer is always yes... You should always call me, especially when you're not sleeping." He mumbles, and comes forward. He takes hold of my arms. "Why... Why aren't you sleeping? Is it the same thing?" He asks, and I shrug despite his grip on me.

"I've been in my head more now than ever before." I tell him truthfully.

"Me too, how odd." He jokes, and I shake my head with a smile. "Come on, let's sleep.." He waves me on, and goes to my room.

"But you just got here, and you're probably not tired, and-"

"I'm not tired... But what I am doesn't matter right now. I need you to go to sleep.." He mumbles, and I look at him. "We'll spend the day together tomorrow... Promise." He tells me, and I take the opportunity to jump into my bed. He crawls in after me, and I lay my head on his chest instantly.

"Do you miss home ever?" I ask. The question is random, but still something important to me.

"I do... Not the place so much as the people there... Do you miss home?" He asks me, and I shake my head.

"No..." I tell him short, and he shifts under me.

"Why not?" He asks softly.

"Because I won't let myself... If I started missing home I wouldn't be missing home at all, I'll be missing what it was the last time that I was there..." I tell him truthfully, thinking about it now.

"What was it last time you were there?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"You don't want to know... About Dean, and-"