“Maybe you should go home, I dont think Sally wants to see you today.” Cassie said lightly, patting Jeremiah on the shoulder as she guarded the front door.
“Come on Cas, she’s gonna want to see me, she always does.”
“Well, normally I’d be with you, but she specifically said to ‘beat away any boys from the door with a broom if I had to.’ Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll make it work,” he sighed with a shrug, picking his bag off the porch and heading around the side. Cassie watched as he walked away, knowing he’d still get in, but this was no longer her problem, so she went back in to watch tv.
Jeremiah was used to climbing the oak tree in their yard, he had done it a lot since he had become so close with Sally, he could do it pretty quick. The issue was getting in. He could see her silouette through her blinds, so he reached out and slide open the glass of her window.
“Fuck! Who the fu -Jeremiah??!” The blinds whipped open, Sally jumping at his attempt to get in. Jeremiah quickly hopped over to the window sill to stick himself in before she had a chance to slam it shut.
“Jeremiah, you get your stupid fucking ass out of my goddamn window now or I’ll push you out myself.” She yelled, attempting to shove him, but he was already halfway in. He had gotten stuck before, and they figured out he could shimmey his way in if he turned his hip a certain way. With a loud crash, he fell onto her floor, checking nothing fell out of the bag.
“Here to stay, Sal.” He smirked, brushing himself off as he sat up to her bed.
“Cas! You bitch, I said no boys!!” Sally screamed loud enough that they knew she could hear.
“She did her best, that’s why I snuck in, Don’t be mad at her, ok?” He said a little gentler, trying not to upset her more.
“I’m not mad at her! I just dont want anyone to see me! And you’re seeing me!” Sally’s anger quickly shifted, as her lip quivered and there was a glimmer of unspilled tears in her eyes. She gave a gross sniffle and started to cry, plopping down next to Jer.
“I don’t mind seeing you.” He reassured her, putting his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, honestly looking a mess. Her hair was down, a rarity, wearing an old ratty, pink hoody and grey sweatpants, and her face was beyond red from crying and or anger.
“I look like shit.”
“You’ve looked fucking worse, trust me.”
“Oh ha fucking ha.,” the tears had stopped and she looked angry again.
“Remember the time you got in that fist fight with henderson, you looked like ground meat, way worse then.”
“Sorry, no matter what you say, I’m not going to feel any less yucky than I am,” she flopped back on her bed, hands resting on her stomach.
“Well I have something that will maybe help?” It peaked her interest. Jeremiah dumped the content of his bag onto her bed, her eyes lighting up. There was a large, wrapped up chocolate cupcake, some candy bars, a heating pad, and a bottle of painkillers.
“Oh my god, you’re my fucking hero, holy shit, that cupcake. Give it here.”
“I got ya,” Jeremiah laughed, unwrapping it and handing it over, Sally immediately taking a large bite. She looked ready to cry again, but a happy cry at least.
“I don’t know shit about girls periods and stuff, this shit helps, right?” Almost all of Jeremiah’s friends, especially his close friends were girls, he was slowly catching on to these things.
“You have no fucking idea,” she giggled, quickly finishing off the cupcake and taking out some pills for her cramps. She had a bottle of water by her bed and took some.
“Now you happy I snuck in here?”
“No, im still an ugly bitch right now. I’m on the verge of trying to beat the shit out of you.”
“You’re always a bitch though” Jeremiah smiled, nuding her slightly. She almost looked mad, but he saw the smile peak under the grimace and then she started laughing too.
“Fuck off.” She pushed him back, and continued laughing long after he stopped, giggling uncontrollably before wincing in pain and pressing her hand on her stomach, giggling turning into crying.
Jeremiah wasn’t equipped with what he was supposed to do, so he did what he knew best and pulled her close into a hug, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. She grabbed at his shirt, resting her head against his chest.
“Can I do anything?”
“You’ve done fucking more than enough. Honeslty, just like, whatever you’re doing, please.” She grumbled again him, crying stoped but still visably in pain. Jeremiah guided her so they could both properly lay down next to each other, and he did his best to hold her until she was okay to go back to snacking and smiling.
