Jesus of Surburbia Ch3

Jesus of Surburbia



"Mmmm pretty nice place, so where does the princess and the pauper sleep?" I looked around and remebered the couch was also a futon. So i walked over to it and lowered it making a pretty decent bed. "There we go so what do you think?" He stepped up to it, walking around it a few times reminding me of a hawk circling its prey, with a sigh he collapsed on it. "...I'll take that as a yes then. SO will you be needing any covers, blankets sheets? Anything?" With his head on the pillow he responded "First off all those things are the same theyre blankets...and second off chink I dont need any of that crap,so keep your blankets to yourself." Growing agitated at his comment I snapped back "Well...first off im not a chink and I can call blankets covers whatever they are what I want! And at least im fortunate enough to not sleep in a car like you!" Gasping realizing what I had said I covered my mouth regretting instantly what I had said. "Oh god im so sorry I-i didn't mean that..." He kept his face pressed against the pillow laying in that same position. I frowned and sighed miserably walking to my bed. FLoping down on it I took one last look at the clock reading 7:43 and closed my eyes falling asleep.

For some reason I woke up on pure intinct something nagging in the back of my mind telling me to get up, so I eventually gave in and did. I looked over to where Jimmy was sleeping and saw him tossing and turning once and a while grippin the sheets breaking out into a cold sweat and gasping as if someone was taking all the breath out of him. Stepping out of bed I cautiously walked up to him, he seemed to have calmed down, kneeling I reached out a hand to touch his forehead to check if he was running a fever. My fingers barely reached his skin when his hand gripped my wrist. I cried out looking at his face.His eyes were still closed but his breathing rate had increased. Using my other hand which was trembling I stroked his hair. My mother had done it for me when I was having trouble sleeping. His hair felt mildly coarse but so smooth and silky at the same time. I smiled as I kept running my hand through his hair watching his once agitated face turn into a peaceful and calm one. He released my wrist,his hand dropping his hand to the floor. I used the same hand he grabbed to feel his forehead once more. He was col "Shoot..." I muttered and went back to my bed getting the covers. Walking back to him I layed the blanets on top of him. Sleepiness hit my body once more and I rose up the covers and crawled in with him. WHat was I thinking? I wasnt...All i was thinking was to get some sleep and he had my covers and so I took the futon as my bed for that night, so I cuddled into his chest and drifted off to never ever land...