Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Another Day

*A81C7’s POV*

The next morning, Mila suggests that we move rooms so we are next to each other. We all agree and spend most of the morning moving items, as well as making sure the housing situation is planned well.

It seems that Mila thought that this would be a great idea to start with, and had looked at the open houses close to the center of the pack, where most of the jobs are and the pack house, before Mor Archer and I ever arrived.

With most of the preparations having already been made, we are told that we may move in the same day, and all of us are elated.

We chose our rooms when we arrive, spending much too long to figure out who goes where when it should be simple, sharing four bedrooms. Everyone ends up in the most logical rooming arrangements, anyways.

Mor and I get a room together, with Zac and Archer to our left. They are still not together, but to get room together we only had rooms with one or two people. I, of course, with the help of Mor, made sure that Archer and Zac were together. Mila and Axel both took rooms of their own across from us.

The home is small, but it was available and it will suit us quite nicely. There is a decent sized kitchen and dining area, a living room with a television and enough seating for all of us, four bedrooms, and two bathrooms.

I think we all are enjoying the house, and we have not even been here a day. It is nice for Mor, Archer, and I to not have so many people we do not know around, and it is also nice to have a home to call my own again.

After we have everything moved, we are all forced to get prepared and go do our work for the pack.

Later, after a long day, we are all finally home, in our new house.

I feel much too tired to socialize with anyone, and decide to simply watch my friends instead. It is also too hard for me to be a part of a conversation, or follow one, when I have this nagging feeling, that I cannot seem to quite understand. I do not feel that it is very bad, like a very dangerous situation approaching, but somehow it does not feel like it will be good either.

I simply cannot understand what it is, the feeling contradicts itself and any reasoning I attempt to come up with just does not make an sense.

I attempt to turn my attention to my conversing friends, observing them.

Archer is talking with Zac off to the side, and both boys seem to be quite happy engaging in humorous banter. Axel is standing a short distance from Mila and Mor, like he is partially engaging in their shared conversation but not fully, as he does not seem to be too interested. Mor and Mila, on the other hand, are chatting away with the ebullience comparative to the happy children Mor watches during the day.

Seeing Mor and Mila talking see gleefully, fully engrossed in their conversation, I cannot help but feel something in my chest. It does not feel nice, it feels like something I have heard my friends talk about before. I seems like… jealousy. Why am I jealous? I do not even want to converse right now. We are all friends.

This feeling must having something to do with the way they look, still happy and wide awake after such a long day, ready to converse among each other.

I, on the other hand, could not hold a conversation if I tried. I have been speaking to people all day, and I want nothing more than to go to bed.

Glancing around at my friends, they all seem content. I do not think they would mind if I were to go to bed.

I walk up the stairs, changing and preparing for bed before sliding under my warm covers, ready to fall asleep.

I wait.

And I wait.

And wait, wait, wait, staring at the walls.

Finally, I realize that this is not working. I cannot seem to fall asleep, even though it has been quite a while.

With all these feelings, the contradictory future and my random jealousy, my mind cannot seem to calm.

I just sit and wait, not having anything else to do.

Soon enough, Mor comes in to go to bed. While my bed is a double, Mor has the queen bed since I insisted that she can have it. It seemed great at the time, and I did not mind one bit.

Now, though, I want nothing more than to walk across the room and join her. I watch Mor slide into bed, and I wonder if it would be acceptable.

After I must have stared at her for at least ten minutes, she seems to have fallen asleep. I release a long sigh, thinking that I cannot join her now anyways, and l lay back down onto my bed.

“Ya know, I thought chu’ was gonna aska’ join me. Why don’chu,” Mor murmurs, half asleep.

“What,” I whisper back dumbly.

“Don’t play stupid Ash, get over here girlie,” Mor says into her pillow, limply patting the space beside her.

That is all it takes, before I get up from my bed and go over to Mor’s. We lay down next to each other, and I instantly feel much more at peace, even if the weird futuristic feelings are still there.

We both stay silent, and, within minutes, I find myself drifting off into darkness.

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*You can ignore this is you want, it’s just random stuff*

So, hello. I write this book, if you couldn't tell. If you also couldn’t tell, I’m awkward af. I felt like saying some things, so I'm gonna because this is my fucking story and I’ll do what I want.

Anyways, I had a reason to write this, I just can’t remember it. I really need to sleep. If you didn’t know, I have very bad insomnia, so I sleep very little, and then I can’t concentrate. It also makes it very difficult to remember things, or type a new part, so sorry if this one’s shitty.

I literally had to google how to spell the word fun. I also didn’t know the difference between socialize and appreciate for some reason?

I also might not be able to update tomorrow. I try to update everyday, but some days I’m just lazy and don’t, while other days I end up really busy. Probably studying spanish, because the seal of biliteracy that I’ve been taking spanish for years working at is really hard, and I therefore need to stop being horrible at spanish.

I also am still recovering from a stupid surgery. I really don’t like surgeries, they’re really annoying. Whatever though. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I’m gonna stop saying shit now, it’s not like anyone’s gonna read this stupid word vomit lmao.

Also, have a good day!