Twelfth Night | Reylo AU

Ten

Kylo woke up and darted his head in the direction of his silent alarm clock. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and it had obviously forgotten to wake him up.

With a groan, Kylo rolled out of bed, reaching to grab his bedside table for support before he could slam onto the carpet. After rather gracelessly pulling on his jeans and sweatshirt, he stumbled out of his room and down the stairs.

When Kylo reached the last step, he walked to the doormat and gathered up the mail that was sprawled messily across it. He flicked through the various leaflets and confidential letters until he was left with one last letter, addressed to himself. He took one look at it and instantly knew who it was from; his parents, again. They had been trying to contact him more than usual recently. It was strange. Before, he would just receive the annual birthday card. But over the last week or so, a letter had been appearing at his door almost every morning. Of course, he never opened them, he considered them nothing more than a mere waste of his precious time.

The sound of approaching footsteps behind him made Kylo turn around quickly, only to be met with Ushar, who had made his way onto the couch with a bowl of cereal in his hand.

"Another letter?" Ushar asked with his mouth full.

Kylo tossed the letter onto the coffee table. "Yeah. I wish they'd just give it up."

"You should open it. It might be important."

"Maybe later." Kylo scoffed. "I'm going to go grab coffee."

Kylo slipped on his thick jacket and stepped into his walking boots, before grabbing his car keys and leaving the house. He trudged through the thick layer of snow on his front lawn and ducked into his small car, smiling at the feeling of its sudden warmth. He slammed his foot onto the pedal and made his way to the coffee shop.

When he arrived outside the small shop, he twisted the key out of the cars lock, switching off the engine in the process. He swung open the drivers side door and strode towards the shop, slamming his car door behind him.

After Kylo ordered his coffee from the friendly man at the counter, he took a seat at his usual place by the window. As he took a small sip of his bitter drink, he focused his eyes on the view out the window, only for them to be torn back into the room by a certain presence sitting in the seat opposite him.

Kylo let out an playfully irritated groan at the sight of Rey Miller in front of him.

She chuckled slightly. "Hey, Kylo."

"Can I help you, Miller?"

"Yes, actually." She said, adjusting herself in her seat. "I just came over here to ask how you're getting on with your lines."

"Uh..." Kylo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was far too early for this. "I'm still not quite off book. You?"

Rey tutted. "I've been off book since last week."

"Of course you have."

"Well," She said, taking a long sip out of her steaming mug. "I can help you learn your lines if you'd like."

"Well, I don't think you're very good at that, Miller." Kylo smirked. "Considering the fact that last time we ran lines together, you got so drunk that you could barely stand up straight." He said, being careful not to mention what else had happened that night, attempting to avoid creating an awkward atmosphere between the two of them.

"Fine." Rey sighed. "Let me... prove to you that I can be a good teacher. I promise I won't get distracted this time."

"Really?"