Kenny comes back into my room, hair dripping wet. He relaxes into my bed, next to where I lay. I showed a while ago, and I told him he could use mine as well. He was very excited for warm water.
"Dude, you're gonna get water everywhere." I tell him, retrieving a white towel from the floor.
He sits up and drops his head down, waiting for me to dry his hair. I roll my eyes and throw the towel at him instead. He pouts at me.
"Dry your hair".
He does as he's asked and lays back down. I giggle at him.
"What?" He asks me, raising his brow.
"Nothing".
"What?" He turns his whole body towards me.
"You smell like flowers". I laugh out loud. He obviously used my body scrub.
"Thanks!" He puts his hands behind his head. Not embarrassed at all.
I laugh.
"Wanna watch a movie?" I ask him.
He agrees and I get up to pull out my laptop. We scour my steaming services, looking for something to watch, when we decide on some zombie gore fest that just came out. It's pretty gross, but not very scary. Lots of action and fight scenes with dumb CGI moments that look awful, we laugh anyway.
I suggest popcorn and he very excitedly agrees. He follows me down stairs and we tip toe in the darkness, not wanting to wake my mother up. We whisper to each other, giggling so hard we cry, over nothing and everything at the same time, standing in the middle of the kitchen. I catch the microwave right as it's about to go off and we sigh relieved. It's passed ten, so my mom would be livid if she found us. In the back of my mind I know I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow, but when am I not?
I shake my head as we walk back upstairs, big bowl in hand. We climb over his bed, pillows, and unholy amount of blankets I insisted he has, afraid he'll freeze in the middle of the night like I do. We settle in my bed, popcorn between us forcing a barrier, more so for him then anything. Still, he gets as close as possible. I won't lie, it's nice to have the company, so I don't mind how clingy he is behind closed doors as much as I pretend I do.
We continue the movie, laughing at the dumb parts, while fully invested in the serious ones. I find myself exhausted by the end of it, falling asleep as the credits roll.
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The credits roll of the movie we're watching, but she doesn't say anything. So I look over at her, only to find she's fast asleep. I smile to myself as I look over her.
I quietly close her laptop, and set it aside. Moving the finished bowl of popcorn away as well. I hate to admit it, but I don't want to sleep on the other bed. She looks so comfortable as she sleeps, peaceful. I want to wrap her up in my arms, and drift with her. But I shouldn't, I know that. I have this urge to protect her, like I should keep her close and never let her go. She's over that day in the bathroom, but I'm not. I feel guilty, I should have been there, Mysterion- should have been there. I'll never forgive myself for leaving that day.
I sigh and move to the other bed, it's squeaks as I sit on it. It's comfortable though, I've slept on worse that's for sure. I'm grateful for her, she has no idea.
I stare at the ceiling as I think to myself. The guys are going to kill me tomorrow, I know it. Them and their stupid pact. Kyle probably made that shit up to make himself feel better, I see the way they look at her. I see everything.
I look over to her again, as she sleeps. I sigh.
Whatever.
We'll see how this plays out.
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My alarm blasts me from my peaceful sleep. I groan, as my body falls back into the world.
"Ugh".
I roll over and shut it off aggressively.
"Mmh"..
I'm started awake by the voice in my room. I look over to Kenny and remember everything.
Oh right.
I look over him, as he rubs his eyes. He takes his hands away and looks at me, half asleep and groggy. He smiles at me and I blush.
Of course he looks amazing when he wakes up.
Fucker..
"Morning, princess". He says in his deep morning voice.
I put my hands over my face and look away groaning. He laughs at me, as I blush deeper.
I feel like shit.
"We should skip". I tell him.
"Why?" He chuckles at me.
I shrug looking back to the ceiling.
"Just feel like it".
My body feels worse then it did the night I woke up. I'm heavy and my head is pounding. I feel like I'm on a ship, that's waving back and forth in the sea. It's making me nauseous as the room spins. I take a deep breath, as I try to ground myself to anything. Stop the spinning.
"What about your mom?" He asks me, sitting up and stretching.
"It's Friday, I don't think she's home. Probably went in early."
"We could.." he temps me.
I look over to him and smile.
"Fuck it".
"Should we get the guys to skip with us"? He asks me.
"They'd probably be mad if we didn't.."
He jumps up, laying down on my bed with me.
"Or.. we could just hangout all day, alone..". He winks at me.
"You're right, I'll text them".
"Dammit." He sighs in defeat.
I giggle at him, patting his back as he pouts and picking up my phone.
Me: Me and Kenny are skipping
Cartman: done and done I'll be there
Kyle: we're all skipping? Why?
Cartman: cuz we're not totally lame, like you
Kyle: I am not lame.
Cartman: prove it.
Kyle: fine. I'll be over soon
Stan: hell yeah fuck school
Me: my house asap!!
I laugh at the messages. Setting my phone back down, turning to look at Kenny, who's already looking at me.
"Are we telling them about this?" I motion to the obvious sleepover remnants.
"Yes, they're gonna be so pissed". He laughs.
I roll my eyes, not ready for that shit show.
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I hear the doorbell, and slowly stand up.
"You, okay?" Kenny asks me.
"Yeah, just— kinda nauseous".
"You should sit down"-
"I'm okay, Kenny". I smile at him.
He lets it go as we head down the stairs.
I open the door to see Kyle standing on the other side of it.
"Kyle!" I beam. Stepping outside to hug him.
He smiles and hugs me back for a moment, and I pull away. He's about to speak when Kenny catches his eye.
"Wow, you got here fast." Kyle says to the boy.
"I slept here." He tells Kyle, plain and matter of fact like.
Kyle widens his eyes for a moment before looking at me. I shrug and he lets it go.
We walk upstairs and the boys help me clean up my room a little, before the others get here. We sit on my bed and talk together waiting for Stan and Cartman.
They startle me as the door swings open.
"You could knock"-
"You fucker! You slept here?" Cartman points his finger and rage at Kenny, who puts his hands up defensively.
I look over to Kyle who hides his phone in his pockets, and looks away from me.
"It's not a big deal, Cartman". I tell him.
"We said we would do that together! The four of us". He fumes. "Kenny jumped ship.."
I hold my head in my hands, and his energy spikes. Effectively splitting my skull in two.
I look over at Kenny, who's scowling at Eric.
"Why are you so upset?" Stan asks.
"Because we had a deal, dumbass".
"What deal?" I ask looking up at all of them.
They look away from me.
"Okay, what the hell?" I raise my voice. "What's the deal with you guys?"
It's quite.
"Tell me!"
"We just— feel like it's not fair". Stan scowls at Cartman.
"Why?" I yell.
"Kenny's getting special treatment. Like you like him". Cartman crosses his arms.
The boys freeze, before standing up to somehow silence Cartman from speaking anymore. Afraid they've just exposed a secret, unknown to me.
"Of course I like Kenny! I like all of you!" I sit there, dumbfounded.
They think I care about Kenny more?
They direct their attention back to me. Equally stunned.
"What?" I gawk.
What the hell are they talking about?