𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕤𝕚𝕩

(TW: mention of pills, overdosing, sewerslide. not graphic at all)

I wake up to the sun shining through my curtains and in the middle of a tangle of limbs. Turning my head, I can see that Albert is already awake and staring at me, his face soft.

"Mornin sweetheart." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep good?" He asks, cupping my face with his hand. I lean into the touch as he starts to rub his thumb over my cheek. A soft smile appears on my face before I turn my head the other direction. Spot is still curled up next to me, fast asleep. I him, turning back to Al, who's sitting up now. He looks cute with a bed head. I mean, he looks cute all the time but-

My thoughts are interrupted by a pain in my stomach. Fuck. Almost forgot about that. I whine, burying my face into a pillow. Albert does his best to comfort me, but it doesn't really make the pain subside.

There's a knock on the door, and Medda's voice is on the other side.

"Morning, Toni. I have breakfast and pain meds. Are you awake yet?" Shit, does she know that Spot and Albert stayed the night? I'm sure she won't mind.

"Yeah, I'm up." I say, sitting up and leaning into Albert. The doorknob turns as he starts braiding my curls. Medda enters the room with a plate, a glass of milk, and the pain meds that were prescribed to me by my doctor.

"Good morning Albert. I didn't realize you spent the night. I can get you something as well, if you want."

"Thank you Mrs. Larkin."

"Of course honey." She sets down the plate and the glass on my nightstand, handing me the pills. My therapist told her to watch me while I take them, due to the fact that I might purposely unalive myself. I slip a pill into my mouth, washing it down with some water from a bottle that was on the floor. She takes the pill bottle back, putting the top back on.

"Well, I'll go get some breakfast for you." She says to the ginger. Her gaze moves to Spot, who's somehow still sleeping. "Or...you two." I take a pancake off of the plate as Medda leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

"Is Spot always his much of a heavy sleeper?" I turn to Al.

"Yep. A fucking bomb will have to go off to wake him up in the middle of the night." He jokes, ruffling my hair.

Medda returns a few minutes with two plates and two glasses. I'm not sure how she's carrying all of that at once, but she somehow makes it work. A few minutes after she gives us the food, a hear shifting coming from the bed.

"He's awake!" I joke. "A fucking miracle."  Spot sits up, gently rubbing his eyes.

"Morning fuckers." He says as he scoots over to us.

"How romantic." Albert teases, playfully hitting Spot on the shoulder.

And that's how we stay while we eat breakfast. Just joking around with each other without a care in the world. The pain meds eventually start to kick in, so I feel a lot better.

At least we're ignoring the fiasco that was last night...

Once we're done, we stack our dishes on my nightstand. Mine was always on the top since I didn't eat everything. Spot checks his phone.

"Fuck. My moms gonna beat my ass cause she didn't know I was spending the night. Oh well." He looks back at us, noticing my scared face. "Don't worry, she's not going to actually beat my ass. She'll probably scream at me before, but it's nothing I haven't experienced before." That doesn't really help. "Anyways, I should probably get going." He gives both Al and I a kiss, grabbing his bag and heading towards the door. The door clicks and Al and I turn toward each other.

"Is he gonna be okay?" I ask, picking at the skin next to my nails.

Albert nods. "Yeah. His mom's just strict as fuck. He'll be fine."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He kisses me on the cheek. "My mom, on the other hand, doesn't care, as long as I'm safe. Which I am." He leans up against the bedroom wall, and I lean on his stomach as he rests his chin on the top of my head.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Al pulls a photo out of his pocket of the three of us cuddling. "I slipped one in Spot's bag as well, and I got one for myself." I hold the photo in my hand, grinning, as he starts braiding my curls again. The feeling is calming. I slip the photo in my phone case, next to the one of Albert and I that one night. The night when he snuck in through my window and we starting listening to music together. It's hard to believe that night was almost three months ago. Before we started dating. Before I had my appendix removed.

Albert leaves after about an hour, and I'm alone again. Well, I still have Jack, Charlie, and Medda, but I feel alone. Heading into the hallway, I hear a soft conversation from behind Jack's door. Davey must be here. I never heard him come in. I make my way downstairs, sitting next to Charlie in front of the TV.

"What show is this?" I ask, biting my nail.

"Glee. You didn't know this was Glee?"

"No...."

"You uncultured swine!" He jokes. "But seriously, you need to watch it."

"I'm watching it right now, Crutch."

"I mean the whole thing. This is season four." He turns back to the screen before screaming. "MATTHEW MORRISON!" He covers his eyes while I laugh my ass off. "Why do I even watch this show when I know the devil himself is in it."

"Who even is this dude?"

"The root of all evil. The cause of every problem. The black plague?" He leans forward. "I think he did it but I just can't prove it~" He sings, which makes me laugh even harder.