Ugh, how embarrassing. I snuck upstairs and curled up in bed, my face bright red still. Not only did I manage to fall asleep and force Emrys to keep me for the night, I managed to have a nightmare there and then got caught trying to get out. Oh and seeing the vampire lady in her underwear. Ew.
I felt the mattress sink as Cody sat down beside me, his hand sweeping my hair out of my face.
“You okay, kiddo?” I nodded. “Where were you?”
“Fell asleep at that nice lady vampire’s house,” I mumbled.
“Night mare wake you up again?”
“Mmm,” I made a sort of non-committal noise. He stroked my hair gently, his hand ending up somewhere in the middle of my back each time. It was getting really long. “Emrys is weird,” I said after a while.
“He lives with the vampire lady. He doesn’t look like he knows how to smile anymore,” I looked up at Cody, “it makes me sad.”
He smiled at me, “maybe you can help him out and make him happy again.”
“You think I could do that?” I asked kinda doubtfully. He nodded his head once.
“Try to get some more sleep, Rayn,” he said, standing back up, “think about ways to make him happy tomorrow when you’ve had some rest.” I agreed, making him smile again. He pulled the covers over me and pulled the door behind him, not shutting it all the way. Wriggling out of my jeans, I curled back up on my side and flicked on the night light next to my bed. Sleep probably wasn’t gonna happen, but I could try, right?
After a morning of sharing a bong with Cancer, I floated off to the park to watch the world go by. Emrys turned up after a while. I was spread out across the top of the climbing frame, my head dangling off the side when I saw him wander over, smoking.
“Hey,” he grumbled, climbing up. “Can I sit there?” he asked when he saw how much space I was taking up. I hummed in agreement, rolling out of his way. For some reason, I ended up on the ground. I saw Emrys reach to grab me before I ended up there, but nothing hurt, so I couldn’t have fallen, right? So I wasn’t exactly too sure how I’d somehow gotten onto the floor.
Emrys offered me a hand back up. That’s nice of him. He’s been very nice to me. I took it, somehow managing to spit out a ‘thanks’ before launching myself into this long apology for the night before that’d been rattling around in my head all morning.
"What're you apologising for? You didn't do anything wrong.” Well that shut me up. I was convinced I’d done something wrong, but now I thought about it, I couldn’t remember what it was.
“I fell asleep,” I said weakly.
“So I kept you awake and you didn’t get to sleep, and I was asleep and I fell asleep on you and you had to stay on the sofa,” I could’ve kept going, but he cut me off.
“It’s fine,” he told me.
“I didn’t annoy you?”
“Nope.” I’m pretty sure that one word made my face light up like a lights display. “What?”
“I’m glad I didn’t annoy you,” I said happily, “I don’t like annoying people.” His response to that was to offer me a cigarette, which made me smile as much as a reply would’ve done. I thanked him and lit it, wondering why I hadn’t thought to have one since I came out here.
"How come you smile so much?" he questioned.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m here and I’ve got friends, and someone that cares about me. And I’m really fucking high right now. That usually helps,” I giggled. He just shrugged. “Why don’t you smile more?”
"Never had anything to smile about."
“Oh,” I mumbled, baffled for a moment. I looked up at him, “it makes me sad that you don’t smile.”
“You’re pretty. You should smile more,” I said, not really answering his question.
"I'm pretty?" one of his eyebrows jerked upward. I nodded, too busy filling my lungs up with smoke to reply. "If you say so.”
“I do say so, so day so muchly,” I giggled at my own mistakes, managing to get a sort of half smile out of Emrys while I tried to correct myself a few times. Yeah, that didn’t work. Made me laugh, though. He offered me another smoke and I couldn’t tell if it was to shut me up or not. It worked, though. It seemed kinda like it was the only sort of social interaction he knew.
“Don’t mention it,” he said when I thanked him.
“Wanna go for a drink some time?”
“Sure.” I smiled, too stoned to think of anything more to say.