Craig McMorris Imagines

Habits

You're gone and I gotta stay
High all the time
To keep you off my mind

“Are you just now getting home?”  Coco asks me as I walk through the door.  She’s standing in the kitchen, still in her pajamas. It’s 11am and I’m wearing my clothes from last with my makeup smeared under my eyes.  I haven’t looked in a mirror yet today, but I know I look like hell.

“Good morning.”  I mumble to Coco as I make my way for the stairs.  Coco is my best friend and roommate.  We met because our boyfriends are brothers-or I guess I should say ex-boyfriend.  I need to get in the habit of calling Craig my ex-boyfriend, but it’s a habit proving difficult to form.

“Umm are you going to be home tonight?”  Coco asks shyly.  She looks nervous asking this question, which always happens.  When she says ‘Are you going to be home tonight?’ she really means ‘I want my boyfriend to come over but I know you’re still heartbroken over Craig’.

“No.  I’m going out tonight.”  I tell her.  I’ve been out nearly every night since the breakup.  Partying seems to be the only distraction that works.

“Okay.”  Coco says.  I rush upstairs before Coco can start another conversation.  I love her, but I can’t be around her at the moment.  Everything about her reminds me of my relationship with Craig and that’s not something I need to be reminded of right now.

I sleep off the day and wake up once the sun is down.  I shower, slip on a trashy outfit and slip the door without ever seeing Coco.

It takes me a couple hours to realize I left my phone at home.  I’m a little high and a little drunk, but I need my phone.  I have my friends drop me off at my house, but all the lights are on and Mark’s car is in the driveway.  The last thing I want to do is make awkward conversation with them, so I come up with a brilliant plan.  I’m going to sneak through my bedroom window so that Mark and Coco never even know I’m home. 

My plan is more brilliant in theory.  I climb a tree to the roof and then slide through the open window, but nearly fall off the tree and scraped my knee.  Even with minor difficulties my plan worked.  I get through my window and into my dimly lit room, but somebody is in my room. 

“Craig?”  I ask even though I know it’s him.  He’s holding a picture frame in his hand and looking at me with big, terrified eyes.

“Y/n, hi.”  Craig answers in a panicky tone.

“What are you doing here?  Why are you here?”  I ask because these are valid questions.  I knew Mark was here, but I never expected to see Craig.  I feel sick to my stomach, which I think is partly because of the alcohol and partly because my ex-boyfriend is in my bedroom.

“I…I didn’t know you were coming home.”  Craig stutters.

“Why are you in my room?”  I ask again. 

“I came over here with Mark.  I wanted to see you.” Craig admits.  He pauses, waiting for me to say something, but I just stare at him.  “When I found out you weren’t here…I don’t know…I came up here…I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“What are you holding?”  I ask Craig in reference to the picture frame in his hand.  I know exactly what the picture is.  It’s picture of Craig and me.  When we broke up, I put the frame face down so I didn’t have to look at the picture.  I didn’t want to look at the picture but I wasn’t quite ready to get rid of it either.

“It’s my favorite picture of us.”  Craig says. 

“Mine too.”  I admit.  We stand in silence for a moment. 

“I’m sorry.”  Craig finally says.  “I’m sorry for ruining everything.”

I suddenly feel like a horse kicked me. He broke my heart, shattered it more like, but he makes it impossible to hate him.  He’s standing in my room looking all cute and kind.  It’s taking everything in me not to run back to him.

“It’s fine.”  I lie.  Nothing about our breakup was fine.  Nothing about the way we ended was fine, but that’s all I can mange to say.

I can’t stand to be in this room with Craig for another second.  I grab my cellphone off my desk and escape out the window just like how I came in.  I don’t look back to see if Craig follows.  I just leave.