Chapter Three: I Can't Sleep at Night
Cause I can't sleep at night
It just don't feel right
Cause you know me
I'm not good at being lonely...
I have such a headache...
Peter's head was indeed throbbing that night.
It currently felt like his skull was being pounded on like a drum. Ugh, what a disgusting feeling.
He opened and closed his eyes over and over. Blink, blink, blink. Open, close, open.
Nothing. The throbbing was still there.
And now, to top this misery off, his eyes were blurry and he felt dizzy.
Goddamnit. Screw this night. Was it close to over yet?
Peter turned to look at the digital clock on his nightstand. It read 12:02 AM in big, blocky red letters.
Seven more hours of sleeping to go. Peter scoffed at that thought. More like tossing and turning and no sleep. What bullshit.
Damn, damn, damn this night to hell.
Peter tried to will the pain in his head away, but it was no use. The throbbing persisted and grew even stronger.
Enough of this already!
Scowling, Peter threw his blankets off and got up out of bed. He dragged himself to the kitchen and the medicine cabinet.
He needed more Advil as soon as possible. Maybe more drugs would take away the throbbing ache in his skull. At least, he concluded, it was better than lying in bed trying to will the pain away.
Obviously, his willpower was shit anyway since the pain just got worse when he tried to rid himself of it.
Peter opened the cabinet and grabbed the Advil. Popping the top off, he poured two pills into his hand. He then hastily recovered the bottle and put it away, shutting the cabinet a little louder than he intended.
Shit. Hopefully that wouldn't wake his mom. He didn't need her interrogating him.
Of course, Paris meant well for her only son, he knew that. But he was not in the mood to see anyone at this very moment. Even Ruthie, the love of his life, would make him turn and run away at the moment.
What could he say? Shitty headaches breed shitty moods.
Peter grabbed himself a glass and filled it with water. He then quickly swallowed the pills and gulped down the water as quickly as it was put into the glass.
Come on drugs, work your magic, his mind told him.
Peter went to put the glass in the dishwasher, but it slipped out of his hand and shattered on the kitchen floor. Shit!
Almost immediately, Paris ran into the kitchen and flipped on the lights. Peter scrunched his eyes up at the unwelcome invasion of brightness to his senses.
"Peter, what was that noise?! Are you ok?!" Paris asked in a somewhat panicked voice.
Peter tried to adjust to the light and look at his mom. She looked frantic and worried. Peter bottled his annoyance and anger at being treated like a baby and looked his mom in the eye.
"I'm fine, Mom. I just dropped a glass, see," Peter replied, pointing to the glass.
Paris sighed a breath of relief, "Oh, ok. I was worried you'd gotten hurt or something, honey."
I'm not a damn child! Peter's mind yelled out. Peter quickly forced himself not to snap at her. After all, it wasn't her fault he was in such a bad mood. It was the fault of insomnia and this awful throbbing in his brain.
"Everything's fine, Mom. I just wanted a drink and wasn't paying enough attention, that's all," Peter said, rubbing his temple in an attempt to soothe his head.
"Ok, sweetie. I guess I kind of overreacted, didn't I?" Paris asked in an embarrassed tone.
"It's ok, Mom," Peter replied, his patience slowly slipping. Would she just stop rambling and get to the point already?!
"Alright, Peter. Why don't you go back to bed and I'll take care of this mess? I don't want you to get cut picking this up," Paris said.
Does she think I'm stupid or something?! I can clean up glass, I'm not an idiot! Peter's mind raged. He clenched his fists but chilled himself out quickly, not wanting to start a fight in this state no matter how much she was making his blood boil at the moment.
"Ok, Mom. Goodnight," Peter said, quickly heading towards his room.
"Goodnight sweetie!" Paris called after her son.
Peter shut his door and hopped back into bed. Pulling the sheets over himself, he sighed.
Nope, the headache was still there. And was it stronger now or was it his imagination?
THROB, THROB, THROB...nope, it was stronger. Goddamnit.
And now to top it all off, he was pissed off at his overprotective mom.
Peter threw his head down onto his pillow. Shutting his eyes tightly, he tried to shut down his mind and just go to sleep.
Come on, sleep, his mind scolded his body
But it was no use. His head throbbed, his mind was racing, and his heart was pounding. Insomnia and pain had a hold on him and obviously weren't intent on giving up anytime soon.
Damn this night to hell...
(-)
Around the same time, Roxanne stirred in her own bed.
She slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings.
She was in her room and the lights were still on. Weird, she always tried to turn the lights off before she slept. Her mind must really be slipping.
Roxanne then took notice to the floor. There was a pile of clothes. Some were hers and some belonged to a man. At least, Roxanne definitely didn't recall buying herself boxer shorts.
What the...? Had she...? With who...?
Roxanne nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt something move behind her. Someone was in her bed. She most definitely had then.
She turned around, only to be greeted by Chandler's sleeping form.
Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief as the day's events filled her head. She remembered everything.
He'd come over to talk to her. She tried her damndest to shut him out, but in the end she couldn't ignore how much her heart longed for him.
She smiled as she remembered their lovemaking. It had been wonderful. More wonderful than any dream she'd ever had.
She placed a kiss upon his forehead. This woke him up.
His eyes fluttered open, greeted by a smiling Roxanne. He returned her smile.
"Hey there," He said gently.
"Hi," She replied softly.
"I'm so glad to see you. For a moment I thought I'd dreamt everything that happened between us," He said, slightly embarrassed to admit that thought out loud.
She giggled, "It's ok, I did too. Waking up to you is just too good to be true, you know."
He grinned at her, "So I'm guessing this means we're a couple again?"
"Of course," She replied with another giggle.
Chandler wrapped his arms around Roxanne. She returned the favor. The two were now lying down. Their faces were inches apart.
So the couple took the chance to share a passionate kiss. Roxanne sighed with pleasure into his lips. She was so glad she stopped denying herself the joy of being with him. This was too good to pass up.
Chandler felt the same way. All this time, it was still Roxanne. Why did he even waste time with anyone else? Trying to move on with all those needy women from the church was such a colossal waste of time. Paris was the worst of all. A sweet woman, sure, but she was so clingy and had really put his emotions through the wringer with all that Vic drama.
Back last November when had Roxanne come to him and admitted that she still loved him, he should've taken her back then and there. Instead, he had fooled himself into thinking he had moved on.
And yet, six months later, here he was back in her arms and happier than ever. He had been a fool indeed.
Oh well, the past didn't matter now. He and Roxanne were back together and he had no plans to let her go this time.
Eventually, the two parted for air. Both had huge smiles on their faces as their eyes glowed with love and adoration.
Chandler kissed Roxanne's neck softly. Roxanne giggled as his lips moved to her shoulder.
"Mmm, Chandler..." She moaned softly as his hands found her breasts.
Chandler climbed on top of her and covered her body with his. His lips moved to her chest.
"Chandler, don't stop..." Roxanne panted out.
Being back together was absolutely wonderful. They were both happy as can be.
But that happiness can be taken away at any moment...
(-)
She moaned into his mouth softly as he kissed her with great passion. His hands traveled all over her very willing body.
He pushed her gently down onto the bed. He pulled his lips away from her and gazed into her eyes.
"Let's make love, Cecilia," He told her in a passionate whisper.
Cecilia smiled at the gentleness in his voice as he spoke. She nodded eagerly.
"Yes, please..." She purred out in reply.
With those words, he kissed her again. His lips attacked hers as she moaned into his mouth.
Moving his mouth lower, his lips now claimed her neck. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked at it tenderly.
Eventually he stopped to whisper in her ear, "I love you, Cecilia."
"I love you, too," Cecilia cooed in reply to his sweet words.
He gazed into her eyes. Cecilia smiled as she found herself looking into the beautiful loving eyes of Simon Camden...
Cecilia shot up from her pillow.
Oh God, the dreams were back. Those damn passionate dreams that left her longing for her ex.
Damn, damn, damn it. She thought she had moved on from this. Why was she back to this place?
Bury him, forget, she told her herself.
But it was no use. Her mind filled with thoughts of him as her body and heart throbbed with longing for his love.
No, no, no...
Damn that call. Everything was out of balance now.
Instead of Martin, Cecilia found herself longing for Simon's lips against her own.
Stop, please, Cecilia pleaded in her mind.
But it was no use. Just as she feared, it was happening again.
Simon Camden was taking over every inch of her world and there was nothing she could do to control or stop it.
And the worst part was, she wasn't sure she wanted it controlled or stopped at all.
Damn it. It was so wrong to feel this way.
You say it's wrong, but all I feel is right, her heart teased her.
Tears filled her eyes. Stop. Stop it please.
She just wanted to move on. She just wanted to let him go.
Why was it so hard to let him?
Because I still lov-STOP IT! Her mind cried out.
But her heart kept thumping and her body kept burning.
No, no...STOP!
Damn it. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.
And little did she realize, this was only the beginning...
