It felt like I blinked. That was how long it felt that I had been asleep. It was nights like these I truly disliked because sleep is amazing to just not be present in the world but then you wake up in a matter of seconds. That's how it felt, but the sun beaming through the cracks of the blinds, and the rather bright natural light seeping through the door to the hallway told me otherwise that it was morning.

There was an clock mounted just above the door that read 9:04. Even though it was slowly becoming lighter out and sounds of living beings in the hall echoed everywhere woke neither Reed or Colin. They seemed like the definition of deep sleepers.

Even though sounds had been constantly erupting just outside the doorway, no one came into the room, to my disappointment. Laying in the bed doing nothing was really boring to me, I felt the need to get up and do something but the two people beside me restricted that. At one point I had managed to squeeze myself out a little bit but Reed moved in discomfort, letting out a little whine in the process. I nearly awed aloud at the adorable sound. While internally squealing, his hand reached out to me and grabbed my back and gently pulled me towards him. My eyes widened at the sudden movement and he started rubbing small circles into my back.

I wasn't sure if I had awakened him or this was all his subconsciousness taking over as if he had dealt with a delicate being before. After a few awkward minutes had passed of Reed swirling his fingers on my back as I laid there stiffer than a pole with my face shoved into his chest, Colin must've awoken and left the bed as I heard and felt motion on the other side of me. He let out a yawn and quietly groaned as if he were stretching. Eventually, I saw a small tuff of blue hair disappear out the door.

Just as he made it out the door, the blue blur came to a halt as the door closed. Someone asked him a question and they started having a conversation quietly for a bit but I couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation from my log like position in Reed's arms as they were too far and too hushed.

I started to wonder who was talking to Colin and what they were talking about but eventually, someone left, only a single pair of footsteps could be heard becoming quieter. As the person left, another one came in. The door creaked quietly and I lifted my head up to see who came into the room as it probably wasn't Colin since he just left.

Aaron walked in quietly, almost immediately coming into direct eye contact with me. It just so happened to be that he, an almost godly shaped man, was shirtless. He was wearing a loose pair of dark grey sweatpants, if only they hung a little bit lower... Wait, I thought this place was to fix gays and boys with just overall "problems" I should be trying to at least pretend to be straight...

And of course, he had to have a husky morning voice for fuck's sake, "Good morning, Avery." I nodded and smiled awkwardly in response, not feeling the need to vocally communicate. He seemed to notice the rather close space- which was basically no space -between Reed and I and laughed a bit.

He smirked. At Reed holding me. I'm seriously starting to think this place has something else to it besides a place to help boys. I mean, half of the time someone is holding hands with another, they all seem rather close, besides Reed, and Aaron just acts like a father to everyone. Not that I'd ever admit this out loud, but I could seriously see Aaron fucking everyone in this house.

"Would you like some help?" Aaron leaned over the bed right over me.

"Uh... Yes please," He gently removed Reed's arms from around my back and tugged me out of the bed, gripping his hands around my waist to pull me. Immediately I got self conscious about my weight and if he could feel any fat on me. A stupid thought that always lingered around my head like a stupid fly that would never go away. It was always there and I would do anything to kill it but I couldn't find a solution. I know I wasn't the healthiest weight but I've been learning to stop hating myself so much. I guess dad had set me back a little bit.

These thoughts had disappeared for a bit, I guess the stress of an environmental change for me put me in a bit of shock and busied my mind for a while. They'd always been there, specifically when someone touches me, or mentions my weight or how I look.

As he pulled me out of the bed I refused to struggle or say anything no matter how uncomfortable I got, how bad the thoughts were getting about how fat I was and how hard he must've been working to try and get my fat ass even moved a bit. A pain in my chest made me feel nauseous and I almost wanted to cry. A couple of times in the past I would skip a few meals for a few days, I had seen the effects not eating and I wanted to try it myself. To see if I could've gotten skinner, but the dull and annoying pain of hunger bothered me too much and I would guiltily eat, afterword's feeling worse about myself. Most of the time these thoughts were nowhere in my head, but they'd started appearing more and more as I started comparing myself to others. Why couldn't I be skinny like everyone else? I didn't want to be buff or anything, I just hated my fat. And I know I wasn't nearly as large as a lot of others, and if I wore baggy clothes you couldn't really tell.

Aaron was quietly calling my name, I hadn't realized I started to think too much. It rarely happened.

"Are you alright, Avery?" he asked, genuine concern shone in his eyes.

No "Yeah"

He looked hesitant but continued nonetheless, "Do you mind if I take you to the bathroom to check up on your cut?" He scanned my face as I nodded silently. My mood had now been ruined by the stupid thoughts. Stupid fucking thoughts that littered my head.

He went to grab my waist again, I'm guessing to help me to the bathroom but I quickly stood up before he could and smiled at him, "I-I can walk, it's fine."

He looked at me confused again but continued on only after grabbing my hand and heading off to the bathroom. After we arrived at the weirdly clean bathroom he told me to sit on the counter. I jumped up quietly as he started searching the cabinets for something. I started to look around the bathroom, it was big, maybe the size of my room big which was pretty cool. There was a bathtub in the shower and plenty of cabinets and shelves. But what weirded me out was still the fact that the room was so clean. How can you keep a bathroom this clean with 6 boys?

I guess I should probably mention that I haven't used the bathroom much, It's not like between those three days I was in my room I actually ate or drank a lot. And if I did use the bathroom, it was the one downstairs. I think I did use this bathroom once, late at night one day to take a shower but I don't remember much of it.

Aaron eventually popped back up from the cabinet with a little box full of bandages, gauzes and other medical related stuff. He pulled out some gel disinfectant and another bandage that looked like the one that I had on currently.

He gently peeled off my bandage, revealing my dried blood. He neatly folded it and put it in the trash as I grimaced at the gross thing. The cool air blew over my now unexposed skin feeling refreshingly cool.

He washed his hands before gently dabbing on the gel on the wound then carefully plastered the bandage over the cut. He finished cleaning up then fixed the mild mess we made before storing the kit behind a cluster of objects in the cabinet then washed his hands.

I slid off the counter only for my feet to come into contact with the freezing cold tile beneath me and before Aaron could manage to leave the room, I slipped out in front of him onto the warmer carpet floor outside the room.

He stalled in the doorway looking between me slightly jumping around to my previous spot then let out a cheerful laugh.

I stopped all movement to listen to him, this was probably the most joyful I've ever seen him. His smile stretched almost ear to ear, his pearly white teeth shining.

I stood there, mouth agape as I watched him calm down. He looked at me with a questioning face after everything went silent again.

But I just happened to break it.

"...holy shit you're beautiful..."