caring isn't for everyone | z.k •PRETTYMUCH AU•

•eleven•

The sleep that the couple got that night was impeccable. Their bodies were properly worn out, meaning they drifted off easier and fell into a deep sleep. They took the energy that they had from being upset and pissed and placed those in the area of passion; the best decision they'd agree on so far.

The morning after felt rather graceful in a way that was too good to be true. Probably a bit clammy and cool as well, but nevertheless, graceful. It was Zion who woke up first, a tad bit confused as to why he was ass naked, but then it occurred to him and he cracked a smile.

 He looked over to see Amari sprawled out as well, laying on her stomach with her head face down onto the pillow. Just seeing her like this made him want to forget anything that she's done to upset him.

After getting out of bed, he pulled on some basketball shorts and walked out to the kitchen, going straight to scavaging through the cabinets. Not that he was that hungry, anyway. He was looking a few things actually. Not exactly food.

Zion grabbed any and every bottle of alcohol stored in their apartment and lined them up by the sink. Each one he set down making and clanking noise, which sooner or later had woken Amari up from inside the room. Most likely because the door was left open.

She walked out of the bedroom with a shirt of his on, her legs wobbling slightly as she rubbed her eyes of her tiredness. As soon as she processed what was actually going on, she approached him with urgency.

"Hey. What do you think you're doing?" She asked, watching him as he grabbed a random bottle, unscrewing the cap and throwing it somewhere.

He smiled. "Think? Nah, but what I know I'm doing is getting rid of all this," He brushed passed her to be in better reach of the sink. As he gripped the bottle from the neck he tilted it so that the contents inside came rushing out and down the drain. Mari couldn't help but screech and snatch the bottle.

"The hell? Do you know how expensive this is?"

"I don't care." He says, grabbing another nonchalantly, screwing the top off and emptying it down the drain quickly.

Amari set the one currently in her hand down and pushed him. He looked down at her and the bottle in her hand and sighed. "I'm trying to prevent this from ever happening again."

"You could at least just put it in a cabinet high enough where I couldn't reach, with your tall ass," She shouted, gesturing upwards.

There was a rhythmic tapping on the door, not very audible but one the two could both hear given their moment of brief silence. They glanced at each other, before looking at the door with confusion.

Amari tugged on the large shirt she had on as Zion adjusted himself in his shorts, just in case. They both walked to the door, one more of a wobble, but not even bothering to ask if either one of them invited someone to come over, but it seems that wasn't the case at all.

She watched as he peeped through the peephole. He then cracked the door open, pushing his head through.

"What do you want? I've seen you enough for two months."

Brandon, who for some reason did not have on his glasses, chuckled. "I'm not going to lie, I don't care. But you two have been extremely loud for the past 12 hours. At this point, I can't tell if it's domestic abuse or sex."

"It's none of your business," Zion replied, opening the door a bit more.

"It is if I can practically hear you two breathing," He pushed passed Zion to let himself in and sit on their couch as if this were considered casual. "Maybe I can help. I know what's happening between you two this time."