CHAPTER 7: Sisterly…Love?

SPENCER'S POV:

I stumbled into the house, and tossed my backpack to the floor. Melissa was out doing god knows what, and my parents were working, so I had the house to myself. I threw myself on the bed and groaned. Why was life so tiring all the time? I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up Melissa was shaking me.

"Spencer!" She said sharply. "Spencer wake up!"

"What time is it…" I asked drowsily.

"It's half past noon, what are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?" She hounded me.

"I just couldn't do it today." I rasped, laying my head back on the couch.

Melissa grew quiet. She seemed to be lost in thought.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"It's okay Spencer. I understand." Melissa smiled sweetly.

"Thank you I- wait what?" I jolted upwards, regretting it quickly as my head throbbed. My palms sprung to my head and I sat for a minute before raising my eyes to look at Melissa.

"I understand Spence. You don't seem to be feeling so well right now, so I get why you stayed home."

She looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

I smiled weakly. "I'm alright, thanks."

Melissa nodded slowly, and glanced at the ground. "Hey….I'm sorry for what I said the other day about you bringing our family a bad name and such. I didn't mean it, I guess I was just glad it was you instead of me. I'm really sorry." She looked up at me, and I could tell she meant it.

"Thanks Melissa." I said with a yawn.

"Why don't you get some rest upstairs? I can bring up your stuff." She offered.

"That's okay. I'll get it later." I groaned and stood up. I must have stood up too quickly because my vision blurred and I stumbled. I felt Melissa's hands on my shoulders.

"Spence?" She asked worriedly. "When was the last time you slept?"

I closed my eyes to regain my balance before answering. "Three days ago?" I questioned. I had no idea.
"Okay. Well you need to get some sleep. Can you make it upstairs on your own?" She didn't seem so sure.

"Yeah, I'm okay now." I smiled and dragged myself upstairs. My brain was clouded with thoughts, but one stuck out to me. Why was Melissa being so nice to me?

MELISSA'S POV:

I watched as Spencer stumbled upstairs. She was so out of it, I feared for her sanity. I felt horrible about what I had said to her, but she didn't seem to mind too much. That worried me slightly, and I reminded myself to check in on her periodically.

I moved Spencer's backpack to the closet so that it wouldn't be the first thing my parents saw when they got home. That would stir up some trouble Spencer didn't need right now.

Filling a cup of water, I walked upstairs to Spencer's room.

"Hey Spence, I brought you some water if you want it…." I mentioned as I cracked the door open.

Spencer was sprawled across the middle of the bed, knocked out. I smiled to myself and set the water on her nightstand.

"Spencer, come on, you have to get out of your clothes." I shook her gently. She stirred, and drowsily opened her eyes.

"Huh?"

"Come on, I'll help you."

Spencer got out of bed, and I helped her get her pajamas on. I figured she'd sleep better and be more comfortable in them. After that, I watched as she crawled into bed. Her eyes were glazed over, and I could tell she wasn't entirely awake.

"Goodnight Spencer." I muttered.

"Goodnight Melissa. I love you." She yawned.

I smiled. Spencer rarely stated her feelings. "I love you too…" I whispered, but she had already crashed. I sighed, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.