"Get up, we're going out." Was the first thing Archie said to me a few weeks after our little night-capades.
His bruises weren't entirely gone but- from the help of my magic cream and every night nursing- they had faded to very light blue/yellow.
I was sat on the sofa, my legs over the top of it and my head dangling down as I watched Adventure Time upside down.
He didn't even question what I was doing, just held up a taco-bell bag and I was sprinting across the house to get my shoes and socks on.
I was wearing blue ripped mom jeans and a fluffy white jumper that was honestly the cosiest thing in the world. With that I was wearing my white vans, my coat, my gloves, my scarf and my beanie.
The problem with being very skinny was that I didn't have very much natural body heat so I got col
