wooow, its been a while. Sorry, i've been busy. This is all i had time for. Sorry it's short! Here ya go!
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Cheyenne had been in Nick’s room for a few hours with the desk chair boarded up against the door, so nobody could come in. Removing the chair, she left all the lights off and stumbled into the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She sat herself on the barstool, in the dark, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
Her blue eyes strained to see the clock on the stove, and being extremely nearsighted, it was hard to make out the green numbers. When managed to read that it was eleven minutes past midnight, she decided to get some orange juice and watch TV. It wasn’t that late, something worth while had to be on.
Using her left hand to guide her way along the wall, she slowly made her way to living room. Then, her stomach jumped in her throat when she heard movement. Forgetting she was in a house full of boys and not alone in her apartment, she worried. Franticly, her mind began to race as she thought of someone breaking in, the intruders killing her, and not being able to see her mom again.
“Chey?”
“Nick?” The blood drained from her ears, the loud thud of her heartbeat subsiding to a normal level. “Is that you?”
“Yeah. I thought I’d let you sleep in my room since you were already up there.” She saw a dark figure move, then the lamp flicker on, and then Nick’s massive bed-head which caused her to giggle. “What are you laughing at?”
“Your hair,” She said honestly as a sleepy smile pulled across his face. Cheyenne took a long sip from her plastic cup as she curled up on and armchair.
“Hey, at least I’m not wearing a Hello Kitty nightgown…” He said as she blushed, realizing she was in fact donning some Hello Kitty attire that night. She hadn’t put on any makeup, or taken her hair out from her ponytail, but she felt it wasn’t worth it. “So what time are we going to the hospital today?”
“You want to go when this is probably the only weekend you’ll get at home in months?” Cheyenne asked avoiding his eyes, staring into the cup welled with orange juice. “You don’t have to,”
“I want to.” Nick said confidently as he lay back down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “I want to see your mom.”
“She won’t remember you. She doesn’t remember anything.” She said, he heart panging with the knowledge he actually cared and didn’t mind carting her around. There was an uneasy silence in the room. “Let’s watch My Girl now.”
Nick didn’t argue, and he had had the DVD in there since that afternoon. The movie stared with Vada talking about her various diseases only she believed she had, then Thomas Jay died, and then the movie ended with Cheyenne hearing Nick snoring. He had fallen asleep during their movie, and some part of her hurt that he would do that. He would always stay up and watch with her, and now he was ignoring her?
No. He was just tired. It was two in the morning, but some part of Cheyenne, that same part that ached, wondered if she was just a chip on his shoulder, his burden he shouldn’t have to bear.
xoxo JJ
