Adam stood by Drew's bed, tears in his eyes as he peered down at his dying brother.
"Adam; come closer." Drew whispered.
"Closer…" Drew whispered, "I have to tell you something-" he was interrupted by a horrible coughing git, "something important." he finished, wiping the blood off his hand and on the sheets.
"You can tell me when you get better." Adam said. Drew looked up at him, managing to hold an 'are you stupid look' while he was coughing up blood. Adam forced a lump down his throat and he forced his tears back.
He would not cry.
"But then I'll never be able to tell you." Drew replied, smiling sadly. The tears fell freely Adam's face faster than before as he waited anxiously for what his brother's last words would be. "I just want you to know; you've always been just a girl." and just like that Drew seemed to magically get better as he sneered up at his brother. "A girl." he repeated, like the words weren't already echoing in his mind.
Adam shot up in his bed; his eyes wide, breathing labored and a coat of sweat making his sheets stick to him. He kicked them away, trying to control his breathing and telling himself that hadn't happened. Tears filled his eyes but he forced them back, telling himself that he was fifteen and would not cry. Just as he brushed some traitorous tears away his door burst open.
"Adam; are you ok?" Drew mumbled sleepily, wiping at his eyes. When he was finally able to register what was going on in the room his eyes widened. "Whoa Adam; what's up?" Drew asked, rushing over to his younger brother's bed. Adam forced a smile and a small chuckle, feeling like an idiot for getting caught crying.
What twelve year old cried?
"Nothing; I'm fine." Drew's eyes narrowed.
"You don't cry over 'nothing'…" Drew paused and bit the inside of his lip, "You hardly ever cry. What is it?" Adam looked down at his boxers.
"I just had a nightmare…" he admitted, feeling stupid. Drew nodded in understanding and sat down next to him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Drew asked, concerned. Adam's eyes widened slightly.
"No." he blurted and Drew rolled his eyes.
"Mom says it's always better to talk about it. I always talked about my nightmares and she'd stay with me until I could go to sleep." Adam glared at him.
"I'm not a little kid."
"Who said anything about being a little kid? It happened just last week." Adam's eyebrows shot up. "Now shut up and tell me about the nightmare."
"How can I shut up and tell you about the nightmare at the same time?"
"Don't be a smart aleck." Adam rolled his eyes, already feeling better just having someone in the room. He finally took a deep breath and looked down at the blanket, explaining the whole dream to Drew. Drew nodded and listened.
"and… that's it." Adam mumbled once he was finished.
"You know you're my brother, right?" Drew asked and Adam nodded. "So then you couldn't be a girl. Now scoot over." Drew said before he fell down onto the pillow next to Adam. Adam's eyes widened and he poked his older brother in the shoulder.
"What're you doing?"
"Staying with you so it's easier for you to go to sleep and not have a nightmare." Drew responded simply and Adam's eyes narrowed.
"I don't need you to stay in here with me! I'm not-"
"Everyone needs someone to stay with them once in a while. It's either me or mom." Adam grimaced at the thought of telling his mom he had a nightmare and need someone to stay with him.
"I don't need anyone to stay with me!"
"Yes you do; even if you won't admit it. Now shut up and go to sleep."
"But-"
"Shut up." Drew mumbled, snuggling closer to the pillow. Adam rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat.
"Fine; but give me this pillow." Adam growled, tugging the pillow out from under Drew's face. "And stop hogging all the blankets!" he growled, yanking some of the blankets away from Drew. Drew yanked them right back.
"Shhh; I'm trying to sleep."
The next morning Mrs. Torres heard a loud thump and sped up the stairs to Adam's room. She opened his door and was startled to find both her sons in one room. A small smile slid onto her face when she saw the peaceful expressions on both of their faces and a chuckle escaped her lips. Drew was sprawled out on the floor, having obviously been kicked out of the bed so that Adam could have all the pillows. She rolled her eyes and softly closed the door, listening to the snores that filled the room for a second before continuing to make breakfast.
"Adam; you kicked me off the bed!" she heard Drew shout from upstairs. She smiled and whisked the eggs.
"Well next time stop hogging all the fricken pillows!"
Disclaimer:
I don't –sob- own Degrassi D=
Author's Notes:
I was working on another chapter of I'm Not a Girl at like 3 in the morning when my mom came downstairs searching for me and crying. Apparently she had a dream where I was dying and asking for her help but she couldn't do anything to help me D= And she wasn't crying like a couple of tears; she was full out choking as she tried to control her breathing, tears streaming down her face and fighting back sobs crying.
I almost started bawling right on the spot D= I felt so bad because it was technically my fault since the dream was about me D= I sat at the edge of her bed until she went to sleep because when you have someone with you after a nightmare you feel ten times safer.
I decided to do it with them as younger kids, probably around the time Adam's mom starting accepting him as Adam~ I don't know the exact age so I just estimated xP
… Is it bad that I always kicked my older sister off my bed whenever she stayed in my room to comfort me? XD She'd always wake up and jump back on the bed, nearly killing me with the force of the impact. And when I was younger I'd always sneak into my parents bed and totally control everything XD I'd have to have the right amount of blanket and a good portion of their pillows otherwise I'd be pissed and wake both of them up XP
Now; appreciate the fluffiness! Embrace the fluffiness! Bathe in the fluffiness!
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