He sighs, and his smile drops, being replaced by a knowing look.
“No, I’m not mad at you.” He simply says and lets me rest against the gate while he opens it.
He takes me inside and OH-
“My dad!” I whisper yell, stopping him from getting me to my room. “He’s gonna kill me if he sees me!”
West nods and takes me to the living room instead. Oh, I love these couches, best napever.
I let myself fall on the softest cushions my body has ever had the pleasure to lie on, and I feel West taking off my shoes.
When I open my eyes again, West is sitting in front of me, on the ground.
“Thanks for the help, you can go now.” I grin and my eyes half-close.
“C’mon, Brown, I know I’m your favorite person.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I laugh.
“Ha!You wish!” He covers my mouth because I must’ve been loud, and then removes it.
“What happened?” He asks me, and I feel a lump in my throat. I hate that he can see through me, even though he’s the last person who should.
The room falls silent, and darkness surrounds us. My head settles, but not before something slips out.
“I look like her.” I confess to the darkness and feel the emotion rise up in my throat.
“Like who?” He asks, and I manage to get it out.
“Like my mom.” I open my eyes to find comfort in his. It’s like some sort of understanding goes through him, and his eyes soften somehow.
“I don’t know, you always looked like Madelaine Brown to me. Stubborn, fiery, and a pain in my ass.”
A smile takes hold of my mouth, and my chest decompresses, like a weight has been lifted.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask, feeling some sort of deja vu.
He chuckles. “No, Brown, I’m not.” Pause. “I could never be mad at you.”
Then I close my eyes, feeling like I’m in the clouds and no problem of mine could ever touch me or affect me again.
13
I Am THAT Stupid
I wake up in the living room, feeling like my stomach is about to burst. Slowly, my arms elevate my body, and- What is West doing here?!
I throw him a pillow, and he wakes up, looking like he doesn’t know where he came from either.
“Why are you infecting my couch?”
“Excuse me?” He runs a hand down his face. “Oh, you’re your delightful self again, super…”
What?
“What do you mean? What happened last night?”Besides, me being an idiot who drank five shots.
“Oh, this is gold… You don’t remember, do you?” His annoying smirk takes hold of him, and I throw another pillow, and he dodges it. “That’s not the way to treat your boyfriend, now is it?”
“Mywhat?!” I have never been more confused.
