Sleepwalker

Chapter Seventeen

"You're my favorite reason to lose sleep."

LUCY

One week had went by since I went to the hospital, and Clayton was finally opening back up to me. So much in fact, that brief hand contact from the hospital was becoming more and more of an everyday occurrence. Well, as normal as a stomach churning moment can go, at least.

"Is Clayton coming over today?" My mom asked while washing dishes.

Before I could even give her my cheery response of a yes, the doorbell rung right on queue. I hopped off the couch so fast, nearly sliding and falling on my behind because of the cursed combination of hardwood floors and fuzzy socks. My mom snickered as I tried to regain my composure.

You are cool. Cool as a cucumber. I reminded myself.

Luckily, I managed to make my way to the door without my clumsiness shining through, and I swung the door open to reveal an ever so handsome Clayton. He didn't even have to try that hard to make him admirable. He looked like such a cuddle bear with his comfy joggers and t-shirt.

"Oh my God, wait." My eyes grew big as I realized what t-shirt he had on exactly. "That's a Supernatural t-shirt!" I pointed absentmindedly, nearly poking him in the stomach. "Shit, sorry, come in, come in."

He let out a chuckle, but wore the shirt proudly. The past week we started binge-watching Supernatural and I knew he had enjoyed it, but not enough to go out and buy a shirt.

"Yeah, after practice yesterday, Mateo and I went to the mall." He maneuvered into the living room and greeted my mom briefly. "I would have invited you to come, but it was when you were in the study group session." Clayton made sure to clarify this even though he didn't have to. Nonetheless, it made me smile. "But anyways, this isn't even the best part." Clayton slid his backpack off and took out a bag. "There was this deal if I buy one shirt, I get the second free, so guess who has matching shirts now?"

My mouth flew open, gaping as he held up an identical Supernatural t-shirt. I love receiving t-shirts in general, but getting a Supernatural one? That made me ecstatic. Now having a matching shirt with Clayton? That made me beyond ecstatic.

"Aw, Clayton, you shouldn't have." I held my hand to my heart. Maybe I was being a little melodramatic, but that's alright. After all, every girl is a little melodramatic with their crush. "Thank you, this is awesome."

"It was nothing, really." A flash of a smile daunted me even further. "Consider it another way of me saying sorry for kind of leaving you in the, uh, dust last week."

That was such an understatement. After the first day Clayton didn't text or talk to me, I was worried something had happened to him. But I learned through J.K. he was perfectly fine and chilling with Zeke and Mateo that day. I wasn't too upset then, since we weren't an item and didn't have to contact each other every day. However, as the days went further, I ended up finding myself laying in bed, thinking for long periods of time on what I could have done wrong. It turned out I was never at fault.

"I told you already, it's okay." I patted his knee before adjusting myself on the couch. I already had Netflix up, ready to continue watching Supernatural. I may have watched each season over five times, but that's alright. It never gets old. Just like how Clayton's hand on mine never got old.

His fingers rubbed against the back of my hand. "It wasn't, but alright. New subject."

I nodded in agreement.