SHATTERED

fifty-three

saylor

the next morning, when i woke up, i immediately wanted to go back to sleep. it was around ten in the morning, and i usually don't sleep in this late... but i did get high as shit last night, so i'm blaming it on that.

the absolute last thing i wanted to do at the moment was get up and get ready for the day... that was, until alex texted that they were fifteen minutes away.

fifteen minutes?!

i quickly got out of the bed, and i made my way into the bathroom. i did my morning routine, then got dressed. after i was dressed, i fixed my hair. as i was glancing over my outfit, there was a knock on my front door.

i walked over to the door, and i opened it. similar to last night, alex was leaning against the door frame. this time, they had both of their hands in their pockets. they were, once again, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. they were wearing a band tee, and they had a flannel thrown over it.

there's just something about gray sweatpants that really does it for me, especially when alex wears them.

"g'morning," they greeted as their eyes traveled down to meet mine. they stayed leaning against the door frame as their eyes then wandered down to look over my outfit.

"good morning," i murmured as i looked up at them. "and what brings you here?" i asked teasingly.

"you're coming to breakfast with me," they stated.

"oh, really?" i raised a brow. "says who?"

"says me. now c'mon," they pushed their self away from the door frame, so that they were standing up straight.

"and what if i don't want to?" i continued to tease.

"don't be a brat this damn early," they rolled their eyes. "come on."

my jaw dropped. "i'm not a brat."

they scoffed. "yeah, right. you wanna know what comes up when you google brat? a picture of you," they claimed. "now come. on."

i huffed. "you're the brat," i muttered as i stepped inside to grab my keys and wallet before i stepped back out into the hallway. alex started to walk towards the elevator, so i followed behind them.

"nah, you take up all the brattiness that's allowed for two people," they shook their head as their thumb pressed the button to call an elevator.

"for 'friends who kiss a lot?'" i looked up at them through my lashes. i bit my lip as they, clearly a bit awestruck, looked at me for a moment.

"yeah. exactly," they nodded. "now, shush. lil' annoying ass."

i narrowed my eyes at them as we stepped into the elevator. "you shush. what if i think that you're annoying?"

"then the feeling is mutual," they gave a sarcastic smile as they pressed the 1 button.

"i don't like you," i claimed as i shook my head.

"good, 'cause i don't like you either," they annoyingly ruffled my hair.

"quit it!" i smacked their hand away. they laughed as i did.

i like when they laugh. i feel like they don't do it enough, which is a shame, because they've got such a cute laugh.

as we made our way out of the elevator and eventually out onto the sidewalk, i glanced up at alex. "so, when are you coming over to watch the rest of the twilight movies?" i asked with a grin.