17

Brian

I woke up in Greg's arms, sighing in content as his warm cinnamon scent hit me. Over on the nightstand were the same yellow pills and glass of water, next to them a note from Aaron. 

'Danny will take you to the hall once you are done washing up' It read. I peeled off Greg's arms around my waist. I slipped out of bed, my socked feet touching the carpeted floor quietly. 

I bit my lip, grabbing the pills and going to the bathroom. I flushed the pills down the toilet. They made me worse, I was sure of this. After days of not taking them, I felt better. I was still sick but I felt better than when I would take the pills. 

I peered at myself at the mirror, a soft smile gracing my lips as the kiss Greg and I shared yesterday played in my mind over and over again. It felt amazing, it always did.

Greg was a good kisser, good enough to teach someone else. I often wondered whether I was the only one he kissed like that. I sighed prodding