Once again I must apologize for the delay. I'm getting surgery next week so I haven't really had time to post stuff. But I'll definitely try.
Disclaimer: Same as last time, we own nothing.
Reece's POV:
Maybe I was overreacting. Or freaking out. Or both. But anyway. After using like two bars of soap and a full bottle of hotel shampoo and conditioner I'd scraped away all the grime and was now proceeding to sob.
If I've learned anything from camp it's that the safest place to cry is in the shower because the water is running and no one can hear you. Miss Rainbow Death out there wouldn't understand, and Roxy BETTER not tell her what my deal is because… Well I like Roxy and trust her and I don't like or trust Chelsea. Well, I don't hate her as much as I did because she saved my life back there…
I spend about ten minutes in the shower, five of those minutes spent crying, I dried off and put on underwear and realized I'd forgotten my clothes, which would have been fine if Roxy and Chelsea had been in one of their bedrooms instead of the room with my couch bed. So I went outside in my thankfully not decorated underwear. Now, I'm not like… Good looking. I don't have abs, I'm skinny, and um, skinny, and pale… And well I already think Chelsea thinks nothing good about me but that's not how I want Roxy to see me and it's not like I've been cool and collected in front of her before (See, attacking Chelsea on plane and flipping out over a hat for references). But seriously, I was practically naked… My face turned instantly red and I frowned.
"Um… My clothes are in that bag…" Chelsea was looking down at the floor. The embarrassment of the whole situation made it hard for either of them to see the tear stains on my face, or me to see the ones on Chelsea's face. But I see them anyway. Chelsea was crying. That voice, the Cyclops' voice... He did my father's voice perfectly, but he did another voice… Who was that? I'm sure that that's why Chelsea was crying.
I sit on my bed and think about everything. I think about Roxy and the quest and my dad and keep wondering why, why, why, why, why Chelsea was crying. Maybe I'm not the only one with issues but I still don't think Chelsea would ever, ever, ever understand about my dad and stuff like that. I just don't feel comfortable sharing anything to Chelsea about my life. Roxy I trust. I don't trust Chelsea.
Chelsea just… Chelsea just isn't like me.
I need sleep. I can't think about this anymore, I just need sleep. Nightmares or not…
Such sadness, much feels. Seriously, I almost feel bad for them (almost)