It had been a rough week for Dee; he had gotten beat up on Monday when he tried to get Heavy’s dumb ass from getting into a fight, then the rest of the week he tried to work on playing the guitar- only for it to end up with him failing just as usual.

Now he laid in his bed, curled up under a blanket with his hair out of his ponytail and sprawled around him. His room was cold and the lights were off. He sighed and opened his eyes and glanced at his phone. He had called you a while ago asking if you could come over, you had said yes…. but that was over an hour ago.

Dee felt tears well up in his eyes as the weight of all his problems this week finally crumbled due to the idea that you were ghosting him when he desperately wanted you with him, holding him and gently rubbing his back as you whispered comforting words into his ear… that’s all he wanted.

He curled up more in the blanket just as a soft roar of thunder echoed in the distance and the gentle sound of rain started to pour. Should he call you again? Would he be too needy if he did that? Were you even coming?

Dee closed his eyes as he started to softly sob into his bedding. After a few minutes he heard the sound of his window opening and opened his eyes and looked over and saw you climbing into his room from the window and shut it when you were fully inside.