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The Only Medicine

2: Name this for me

Vic and Mike’s parents are asleep when we get to their house, so we creep in through the door and up to Vic’s room. Mike bids us adieu and heads into his own room and shuts the door, presumably to smoke weed or masturbate or whatever he does. I toss my bag into the corner and lay flat on my back on Vic’s bed.

“Ew, get off, you’re all sweaty!” Vic moans, tugging at my leg.

“Noo, I’m tired!” I resist but he eventually pulls me off the bed.

“I’m going to have a shower, then you can have one,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head and flicking it at me. He skips out the door, leaving me lying on the floor.

Once I hear the shower turn on, I get up and look around his room. It’s relatively neat (let’s face it—any room is neater than mine), with a few carefully-selected photos and a couple of band posters on the walls. There’s a photo of the two of us in a frame on his dresser—it’s from a couple of years ago and it’s pretty cringe-worthy. We’re grinning cheesily, both with a smattering a pimples across our faces. I’m still wearing braces and my septum piercing is crooked. Vic’s hair is at an awkward length, since it was just after he decided to grow it long. There’s another photo of me in a bright blue frame on his bedside table, also from a couple of years ago: I’m holding a placard in front of my face that merely says ‘TOMATO’.

My phone goes off, jolting me from my reverie. I pull it out of my pocket and flick it open.

“hey im drunk. where u x”

I sit down on the bed, sighing. I like Jane. I really do. She just only seems to want to text me or hang out with me when she’s drunk, which is most Friday or Saturday nights.

“Just at Vic’s,” I text back, hoping that’ll be it. I’m tired and I’m not really in the mood to see or talk to Jane or decipher what her texts mean.

The shower shuts off and Vic comes in a couple of minutes later, his hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist. His body is brown and lean.

“There’s a towel in there for you,” he says, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb.

I nod and scoop my toiletry bag and my night shirt (an oversized Cannibal Corpse t-shirt) out of my backpack and close the door behind me. There’s a light on inside Mike’s room, but the door is closed—I wonder what he’s doing. I pad down the hallway to the bathroom, swinging my night shirt like a pair of nunchucks. The Cannibal Corpse shirt is one of my favourites, even though my mother and the general public hates it—it’s got the original cover for Eaten Back to Life on it. I’m not allowed to wear it out of the house. I got suspended for wearing it to school once. My mother cried.

I open the door to the bathroom and freeze at the sight of a half-naked Mike.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” I cry, covering my eyes.

“Jesus, Mia!” Mike mutters, wrapping himself in a towel (at least, that’s what it sounds like—that’s what I’d do if I was the naked one).

“I didn’t see anything,” I insist, pressing the heels of my palms into my eye sockets, backing out the door. Mike slams it behind me.

I stand in the hallway, torn between heading back to Vic’s room and telling him how mortified I am and waiting for Mike to finish showering so I can apologise profusely. I run my fingers through my thick, curly black hair. Every time I shut my eyes, the image of Mike about to step out of his underwear pops into my head. The image is etched into the back of my eyelids. It gets to the point where I’ve spent too long in the hallway to really justify going back to Vic’s room, but I don’t want to bump into Mike again, so I duck into the laundry and hide, praying that Mike won’t come this way. I can only hope that he’s not as neat as Vic and won’t want to dump his clothes in the washing basket straight after his shower.

After a while, the shower turns off and I hear Mike come out of the bathroom. I press my back to the wall next to the washing machine, willing myself invisible like a ninja. To my relief, he heads straight back to his room and shuts the door, leaving me feeling stupid.

When I get back to Vic’s room after my shower, I find him curled up asleep on the fold-out bed, some music playing softly from his laptop. He’s put clean sheets on the bed, too. My phone is still sitting on the bed, the screen lit up to show three unread messages. They’re all from Jane.

“come pick me up”

“i miss u. come to joe’s x”

“vic shud know how lucky he is”

Notes

Sorry, I had issues uploading this the first time around, so here it is again.

Comments

love the new chapter plz update soon

Finally an update

Omg, an update ❤

pierce-my-soul pierce-my-soul
2/20/16

I think mike and Mia should date and Vic know about it

@inherit the crown
Can she end up with Tony

freedom_writer freedom_writer
5/22/15