Signal of Distress

30 - Impatient

~ Porn Star - August Alsina ~
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I want your all because fuck nothing
-River Mitchell

"Eli, Eli, Eli, Eli," I whisper. I begin poking his face. "Eliii," I drawl. My finger runs over his cheek and up his jawline. I woke up early and I can't sleep. So I took a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. But everyone is still asleep.

He wraps a hand around my waist pulling me closer and tucking his head in my neck. "Eliii. Wake up soldier," I whisper as I run my hand through his hair.

He groans softly as he pulls me closer. "I'm bored. I need a friend." My fingers trail up and down his shoulder.

"It's like 6am," he rasps. His voice is gruff because he's just waking up.

"It's 5:54am. But I can't sleep. Please hang out with me. We can go get an early breakfast," I say in a hushed tone. Careful not to wake up anyone else.

He lifts his head from my neck and looks at me. I smile running my hand through his hair. "Everything is closed because everyone is asleep. Including me. He flops back down on his back and closes his eyes.

We went to bed at like 3am so I don't blame him. "Bu-" He wraps an arm around me and pulls me down onto his chest. "Close your eyes and just sleep Riv," he whispers. He rubs his hand up and down my back.

I lay on his naked chest. His heat transfers against me. I sigh trying to sleep. But I can't. "Eli I can't. What do you want to do tomorrow?" I ask. We only booked the hotel for three nights.

"I'm going to my parents. Do you want to come?" He offers, his eyes remain closed. I have the biggest smile on my face right now and he can't even see it.

My finger trails over the tattoos on his chest. Music notes, lyrics, football and other tattoos. "You want me to meet your parents?" What if it's too early. I never met anyone's parents before. I didn't meet Isaac's.

He nods "mhm." I think about it for a second. What if they don't like me? What if they hate me? I want Eli's parents to like me.

"Yeah," I answer.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I want to meet your parents. I mean you've already met my crazy controlling dad," I mutter.

Eli laughs lightly. "He's just protective of you. And hates me," he adds.

"He does not hate you." He couldn't. He just thinks every boy has bad intentions.

"He calls me anything but Elijah," he points out.

I shrug. "He just doesn't know you. I can't wait to meet your mom and dad," I confess. I think they'll like me. They have to.

"Good. Can we sleep now?" He asks.

"I'm too nervous to sleep now," I whisper.

He groans rolling over so I'm on my back. He snuggles into me, keeping his arm wrapped around my waist. "Riverrr," he drawls. I lean my head on top of his.

"Okay. I'll try."

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"Eli, we are going to miss Bleed Deep. Those are your best friends. You should be cheering them on," I point out.

He laughs. "We'll be there. A little late but they don't go on for another hour," he says as he drags me down the hall.

I take bigger steps to catch up. "They're going to be mad," I whisper. He shrugs, unlocking the hotel room door with his key.