The next day, as with every day, students must attend homeroom.
He tells her about how they got him an inhaler when he asked for help with his panic attacks.
He tells her about how he couldn't look Isaac in the eyes for weeks after it happened.
He tells her about how he just wanted to look at some comics-
He tells her about how he couldn't breathe, how he tried to come up for air but the water was too much, how he couldn't swim-
He eventually stops talking about anything, really. He just says, "I love you," over and over, for the rest of the night.
Her struggle with the full moon stops and all is left is the pain. The screaming stops and she starts calling out to him instead.
He goes inside. He's not up for anything more complicated than whispered "I love you"s, but he strokes her hair.
She clutches him desperately, incapable of more words.
They can stay like that until he falls asleep, then.
She watches him sleep, holding him close.
The wolfsbane switches off eventually and she relocates them upstairs and into her bed.
She snuggles up close to him and sleeps herself.
Matt wakes up first. Snuggle.
Juliet moves closer, but continues to sleep.
He's not in any hurry.
He kisses her forehead and looks around the room.
It's very cluttered. Clothes and books strewn around hazardously.
She has a few desks, one filled with cameras and other photography equipment. Above it is a large collage of black and white photos.
The other desk has sketchbooks and charcoal and misc art supplies.
The walls are mostly taken up with bookshelves, titles raging from classic lit and plays to more recent books. They aren't really arranged in any sort of order that he can make out.
A big tv lines one wall, surrounded by many shelves of DVDs and CDs.
Then there's the artwork and old black and white movie posters. The ones that stand out the most are very morbid.
Overall: It's big and full of stuff.
Matt approves of this room, but not enough to dislodge himself.
He strokes her hair and thinks about consequences.
Eventually this rouses her and she hums in contentment.
"g'morning?" She mumbles.
He kisses her on the forehead.
"I should get going, before my parents wonder too much, but I wanted to be here when you woke up."
She holds him closer and shakes her head.
Okay. He doesn't unsnuggle, but attempts to extract his phone from...his pocket, apparently.
Juliet will be generous and retrieve it for him.
He fires off a quick text, and then they can snuggle freely.
"It's too bad you can't put snuggling on college apps."
"We'd get into any college we wanted if it were."
"Did you think about joining any clubs?"
"Is there a photography club? I might try for Yearbook."
"Yearbook should work. If there was a photography club, I'd be in charge already."
"You being in charge sounds interesting. We should make that happen."
"I don't think we'll find enough people."
"You can take charge of me then."