When my eyes finally opens, the alarm clock next to me claims that it's 8 in the morning. Doing a quick bit of math, I slept atleast thirthy plus hours...
My whole body feels horrible for being bedridden and imobile for so long. It takes several minutes of streching and slowly warming the muscles up before I manage to get out of bed.
Grey's sits on the bed next to me.
"How are you doing?" He asks.
"Could be better, but my head's not going to explode in the next few minutes, so I'm fine."
"That's good." He smile and kiss me. (God I must have a horrible case ofmorning breath...)
We both head out of bed and hit the shower together. I'm not feeling too well so nothing happens, we just wash ourselves.
"Are you alright?" I ask Grey as we hop in.
"Yeah... I just had a bad day, yesterday."
"Sorry if I made you worried." I kiss his check as I apoligize.
He smiles at me, but I feel like it's forced... There's something he doesn't want to tell me. Which isn't just a wild guess, I feel a bit of shame in his mind, despite how much he tries to hide it.
We quickly got prepared as it was now monday. I had managed to sleep through half the weekend, spent all of friday night in drags and yesterday was spent with ghosts and psychic trauma.
My life is weird... Really weird... But I like it.
We head for school after a light breakfast. Both of us aren't in the mood to stomach anything consistant anyway.
Grey's parents, Samuel and Alison, were worried about me but grey told them I just had a horrible migraine and I went with that. I hate lying, but it's better than saying you've revived some dead girl's rape...
As the day go on, I notice that grey's not the only one acting all weird. Mary which is generally imposing herself on us just kind of stay away observing us from a distance or rather staying away from me... As Grey walks out of his French class, she's walking next to him and talking...
Feeling left out, I spend the lunch break grumpy and listening to Jennifer's babbling rather than giving any attention to Grey. He probably feels it but doesn't act on it... He just seems to be lost in thoughts.
I'm getting irritated by his silence but I don't want to force him to open up until he's ready. When he wasn't around, his parents told me he had spent most of yesterday outside without them knowing where...
"Calm down Lou, he'll tell you eventually..." I say to myself, trying to stop my train of thoughts. Which would be easy if it wasn't for the fact I can feel his emotions fluctuate between shame, annoyance and nervosity all day...
The day ends and I corner him.
"Hey. I've got to go back home or my dad will kill me." I explain to him.
"Alright." He nods absently saying it. "I'm going to spend a few days at home... For my parents." He then add.
"Oh... Alright. I'll see you tommorow then?"
With that, we both split up, heading for our respective houses. I get inside my room and throw my back pack against the wall in irritation.
"What the heck's going on!" I ask to nobody. I slouch down on my bed. "Did something happen? Are we going to break up or something?"
I cry myself to sleep before ... We're too far for me to pick up much from Grey except a vague impression of his feelings...