SHATTERED

forty-one

saylor

"get the fuck out of my face, bro," i heard alex grumble groggily. "let me sleep."

"but you both look so cute," i then heard jessie defend.

my face scrunched up in annoyance as they started to argue. i tried to block them out and go back to sleep, but it was no use.

it wasn't until after i turned around to tell them to shut up that i realized my head was laying in alex's lap and that my face had been buried into their stomach. i was too tired to care though.

"knock it off, my god," i complained with a sleepy whine in my voice. "i'm trying to sleep."

i let out a huff. i didn't think much of it as i turned back around and buried my face into alex's stomach again. i could feel alex tense up beneath me as they both went quiet for a few, long seconds.

"i'm sorry, pookie; i didn't mean to wake you," jessie apologized as she now spoke substantially quieter. "you two cuties enjoy your sleep."

"fuck off," alex spat.

as i heard jessie walk away, alex slowly relaxed. they shuffled a bit, but it was clear they were cautious of how they moved since i was still in their lap. i turned my head a bit, so that i could look up at them. they had their arms crossed behind their head, and their eyes were closed.

"you actually let me sleep in your lap," i pointed out softly.

they raised a brow as they opened their eyes and glanced down at me. they looked away. "you didn't give me much of a choice," they muttered.

"there was nothing stopping you from pushing me off of you."

"you already have a sprained ankle; you don't need a concussion too," they gave a fake smile. "now that you're awake though, get off of me; my legs are asleep, and my knees are killing me."

"a please wouldn't hurt you, you know?" i raised a brow.

"i'm not saying that," they gave a dead stare.

"then i'm not moving," i shrugged as i crossed my arms over my chest. "i won't move until you say please or until you make me."

"i should've known you were a 'make me' brat," they scoffed.

my jaw dropped as i felt my face heat up. "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"exactly what it sounds like," they grabbed my shoulders, and they pulled me out of their lap. they stood up, and i heard their knees pop. "now, if you'll excuse me, i need to piss."

i watched as they walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind their self. my face was still red from their comment. i let out a quiet huff as i now was sitting up with my arms still crossed over my chest.

i'm not a brat.

i looked around for my phone before i spotted it on the table. i grabbed it and turned it on, so that i could scroll through it. i was too awake now to even think about going back to sleep.

•

hours later, after we arrived at the city, we had an interview. i'm now in the hotel, and i'm getting ready for bed. i have no idea where alex is. they went off somewhere after the interview. i don't know what they could be doing in a city they've never been to at eight p.m., but that's none of my business.

i hobbled out of the bathroom after taking a shower (which was a bit of a struggle, due to my sprained ankle), and i made my way over to my bed. i sat down on the side of it, and i slowly brought my ankle onto the bed. i used one of the pillows to prop my ankle up before i laid down on my back.