Mondays I sleep away
Tuesdays I lay awake
Wednesdays are the worst
Thursdays I reminisce
Fridays I see your face
And I can breathe
We both stared at each other for a good couple minutes, until he finally stood up and brushed himself off.
"Please, I really need a place to crash..." He started.
It was at this exact second that I heard my mother's car pulling up the driveway. I looked to it, and without thinking, grabbed Nick's arm, pulling him inside and shoving him in the closet. I mumbled something like "don't come out until I come back," shut the door, and ran downstairs. I found her in her office.
"Oh, Alaska. Good. I'm going out of town for a couple days. Last minute business trip, unavoidable. There's money in the safe, you know the code, and I'll call on Tuesday, alright?"
"I-Uh, yeah. Okay." My mum wasn't the perfect house mother. She always worked, and didn't really invest time into my life or existence except leaving me with food and a large fully equipped house. Ever since Dad left, she's been a non-stop working machine. It sucks.
She rushed out quickly, grabbing a bag that was by the door.
"Bye."
"I love you." I said, as she walked out. I didn't get a response. I sighed, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a bag of chips, and then running back upstairs where there was still a boy hiding in my closet. I opened the door and looked inside to see him sitting in the corner, curled up in a ball, asleep in a pile of sweat shirts. I smiled a the positively adorable sight, then remembered that we had hardly said two words to each other and I probably shouldn't start crushing on him.
I leaned down, throwing the chips on my bed and set my hand on his shoulder. His eyes flickered open and he looked to me.
"Hi." I said softly. He yawned gracefully and sat up.
"Hi." He whispered.
"My mum left. She's...going out of town. You can come out now." He nodded and we entered back into the bedroom. I threw the bag of chips his way and he looked confused. "I figured you'd be hungry."
"Wha--"
"I watch the news. I know you ran away." I said, shrugging. He sighed.
"I...I'll go. I'm sorry about this..." He mumbled, walking towards the balcony.
"No, you... you don't have to go." I said softly. "I just...uh, I dunno. You're just...you..." I said, sitting down.
"Yeah..." He nodded. "I just need somewhere to be. For...a little while. Until I can figure my head out. It doesn't have to be here...I just..uh..."
"No. Here. Stay. It's fine. My mum's oblivious to me and whatever happens here." He nodded. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he gasped, running out to the balcony. He came back with a small backpack and smiled softly.
"What, you got drugs in there?" I said, giggling at his excitement.
"No, just happy I didn't lose it. My insulin and test kit is in here. If I lost it, I'd have to go home." He said. "Can I sit?" He asked, motioning to my bed. I nodded and he sat down. He pulled out his stuff. From what I could see, the case contained a small tester, and a couple of bottles of test strips, a wrapped package of ice that looked like it had something in it. Along with that, there was a bit of money in the bottom and a water bottle. I watched as he tested things, smiling at the result.
"Good?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. Now...chips..." he said grinning. He grabbed the bag and opened it shoving a handful in his mouth. I giggled at his reaction.
"So, uh, what's your name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I'm Alaska."
"Interesting name..." He said, smiling.
"It's weird. I know." '
"No, not weird. Just different. I like it." He said, nodding.
"Right. Well, I, uh," I mumbled, wringing my hands awkwardly. He looked at me and smiled.
"You don't have to like, entertain me."
"I just don't know what to say." I said uncomfortably. He smiled softly.
"You don't have to say anything."
