What Are We?

Chapter Four

Darkness was all I saw as I gradually opened my eyes. The need to throw up was extremely strong. I tried to move, but something restricted my actions.

"Sam go back to sleep." I heard a tired Christian say.

"I can't I feel like I'm going to throw up." Immediately the weight was lifted off of me and I rushed to the bathroom. I fell to my knees as if I were praying to my toilet. I felt someone behind me holding my hair. I threw up until it started to hurt my head and chest. Tears formed in my eyes and I threw up again. "Ch-Chris-tian," I cried as I struggled to form his name. "I think I'm dying."

"You're not dying, just experiencing a really bad hangover." He waited a while after I threw up and helped me stand. "You need some sleep." He said grabbing a towel from the rack and turning on the faucet on the sink. He wet the towel and rung it out before gently wiping my mouth with the warm damp cloth. “You shouldn’t have drunk so much, Samantha.” He cooed soothingly. “But, If I wouldn’t have let you drink more you would have tried to get high.” He sighed. A raging headache made my eyes water.

“Christian.” I cried, and he removed the towel embracing me.

“Don’t cry, Sam. I’m going to get you a glass of water.” He said leading back to my bedroom. Gently picking me up, he laid me on the bed. He tucked me under the covers, and I felt him leave the room. I fell into a light sleep before he appeared again helping me sit up. He gave me two pills and a glass of water. I took the pills and drunk the water as if there was a shortage. I gave him the glass back and laid back on the bed. He sat the glass down and I felt the bed move behind me. He pulled me close to him and I smiled at how warm, comfortable, and protected I felt. We spooned, and he rubbed his hand in circular motions on my stomach. “Sleep.” He whispered in my ear ever so softly.

"SAM!!!" A voice boomed throughout the entire house and it shook me awake. I could hear my sister from a mile away.

"Coming!" I said unbinding Christian from my body. I put his shirt on that laid on the floor and walked out and down the stairs. The smell of bacon shook my senses awake. "What Jamie?" I said walking into the kitchen and rubbing my throbbing head. She continued cooking ferociously.

"You went to a party without me?" I sighed.

"Is that why you scared me like that? I went with Christian." She turned to me and frowned.

"Oh, your boyfriend." I rubbed my temples and sighed.

"For the hundredth time, he isn't my boyfriend." She finished up cooking the bacon and looked at me.

"Sam, you two act like you're a couple." I looked at her confusingly.

"No, we don't. We're just really good friends. You know we have been friends since preschool." She pointed to the shirt I was wearing.

"You have his shirt on." She said boringly.

"So? You and I wear each other’s clothes all the time." She sighed grabbing my hand and pulled me back up the stairs, into my bedroom.

"This is normal?" She whispered-yelled pointing to a sleeping Christian.

"You and I use to sleep in the same bed all the time." I whispered-yelled back. "It's perfectly normal."

"Get your ass up- AHHHHH" She pulled back the cover and screamed. Christian jolted up quickly and put the cover back over his naked body. She turned to me with horror in her eyes, and I shrugged.

"It's just how he sleeps." She screamed as frustration filled her body. She then stormed out of the room. I looked at Christian and he smiled lifting the cover.

"Come back to bed, Sam." I walked over to him and laid on the bed as he put the cover over me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him as I drifted to sleep.