"You're Cute." Wait... WHAT?

It was a good hug. One of the best, I thought. My throat hurt from being ravaged by stomach acid, but I barely noticed, because he had his arms around me and was snuggled into my side. He might have been asleep, but I wasn't sure. I moved my head to look at Alex, and my brain spasmed in pain, making me flinch. 

His hair was all messed up, and I reached out to pull my fingers through the dark locks. It was nice and soft, even when all knotted. I let my hand fall to my side - it was best to keep away from temptation.

I shifted my position, trying to get more comfortable. Alex muttered something in his sleep before falling silent again.

"Alex, can please we stop doing drugs? It hurts." I whined, fully aware that he probably wouldn't hear me. To my surprise, he lifted his head.

"You drank too much blood. It wasn't the drugs." His eyes were all puffy and he winced at the light. 

I frowned. "I still want to stop. I don't like it any more." He muttered an 'okay' and ducked his head back down, hiding from the glare of the light. We sat in silence for a while, feeling the bus rock beneath us. It was comfortable, serene.

"Why are you still hugging me?" My voice broke the silence, though it was barely more than a whisper. It sparked my headache again, and I winced. 

He pulled his arms from around me, and put some space between us. "Sorry." I scooched back over to him, still on the floor of the tiny restroom, putting my arms back around him and snuggling into Alex's side.

"Please don't stop hugging me. It feels nice." I mumbled into his hoodie. I felt him wrap his arms back around me, and smiled. "Thank you."

"S'ok." He murmured into my hair, and I shivered, but in a good way. His breath felt nice. The headache started to dull to a throbbing ache, rather than a sharp, stabbing pain, and I felt myself drifting. "Gabby, Gabby." His voice interrupted my almost-sleeping.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, still leaning against him.

He paused before answering. "You're cute." My eyes widened, but he didn't see. 

"W- what?" I turned to look at him. Was he being serious? Was it even possible that my... advances were paying off? No. I refused to allow even a sliver of hope into my consciousness.

Apparently, Hope has some illegal immigrants. A hint of a smile appeared on my lips, and I couldn't stop it. It was impossible. He smiled and leaned his head back against the wall. "Really cute. For someone who can't hold her drink." He burst into stupid laughter, and I felt him shake beneath me. Oh, God. He was still high.

I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about?" 

My frown grew deeper. "I don't know... You're really confusing me." Did he mean it? Was he playing a horrible, twisted game? Playing with my emotions? Alex isn't that much of a... meanie, though. Is he? I mean, I haven't known him all that long, but... Does he have some sort of mean streak that I don't know about? It doesn't seem possible.

"Why are you confused?" He was still laughing. And I was still confused.

"Because you... well you always... when I said stuff like that... Ugh. My brain isn't working right." I shook my head, trying to un-scramble my thoughts, but it didn't work one bit. The headache intensified, though.

"I what now?"

"But..." I was still trying to get my head around it. "It doesn't make sense for you to say something like that." 

"Why not?" He was all calm, and it was starting to worry me.

I thought that through. Why didn't it? "Well you... You were always weirded when I said you have a nice laugh and stuff." That seemed like a reasonable enough explanation. He grinned at me. "Why are you smiling now?" I asked him, irritated.

"You're confused and it's cute." He was still grinning like an idiot.

"Wait... what?" Now I was even more confused. "How is that cute?"

He started laughing again. "The look on your face!" He cried, rocking back and forth. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop laughing at me!" I whined indignantly.

He managed to get the words out through his giggles, "I'm not laughing at you."

"Yes you are!" I insisted, glaring at him. We weren't hugging any more, but were still seated on the floor in that cramped space. It was hard not to be touching each other.

"No, no I'm not. I like you too much to laugh at you. But you're making me laugh." My eyes widened. I like you too much... My heart gave a little lurch, but I tried not to show it.

"What do you mean you like me too much?" I asked cautiously.

He leaned forwards, his nose inches from mine, and looked me intently in the eye. I was mesmerised. "What do you think?"

Then I came to my senses and forced my eyes away from his beautiful blue ones, refusing to meet his gaze. "You're off your head. You don't mean any of this." I whispered sadly.

"I'm tired." He complained.

"You still don't mean it." I muttered. "Go to sleep."

He leaned his head back again, eyelids drooping. "You're silly." He said sleepily.

"No I'm not. You are." I crossed my arms angrily, and he yawned, closing his eyes.

"I'm not silly." He shook his head weakly.

"Go to sleep already."

Alex grinned at me, though his eyes were still closed. I scowled, even though I knew he wouldn't see it. "I am asleep." 

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time. "You can't be asleep if you're talking. Idiot." I apologised in my head; He wasn't an idiot. I felt guilty for calling him that, but I wouldn't take it back. He just giggled, and has mouth fell slack a second later, his breath coming deep and slow.

I stood up and left him on the floor, going to sit back in my seat.

The End

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