Hybrid

【XV】Project: Outta Here

XV.

I was right about not getting any sleep last night. My mind kept shifting and wondering places, I just couldn't get it shut up. 'Will he be okay?' 'Did he get checked?' 'When will he come back up?' 'When will he be healed?' Millions of thoughts similar to those swirled around my brain, all just seeking negative answers I'm not wiling to supply. They weren't gonna get their satisfaction from me.

And so began my entourage of peaches and cream answers, clustering my mind evermore. 'No, he's okay!' 'It wasn't that big.' 'He's already healed.' 'The wound was nothing.' 'Everything's gonna be alright.' 'He'll visit me when after sun set like yesterday.'

I'm pretty sure we all know a good chunk of those answers are lies, but you can't help the fact a girl may want a little closure.

I sighed at my sympathetic self. Here I was, wasting my night away, thinking about the well being of some guy I met roughly two days ago when I'd much rather just be having a blissful dream. Not that you typically can have one of those here anyways.

"Should I just sing?" I asked myself out loud in barely a whisper as I tilted my head to look out at the clear sky. I paused a moment in thought before deciding I'd have nothing to lose. Besides, who hasn't sung to themselves when they were alone at least once?

"Diet Mountain Dew baby New York City, never was there ever a girl so pretty. Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?"

I begun singing one of my favourite Lana Del Rey originals. I could've sworn my voice sounded so much better outside with the freedom of being able to breathe than it ever has, the wind picking my voice up and amplifying every note.

"Baby put on heart shaped sunglasses 'cause we gonna take a ride," before I could continue singing the rest of that line however, I was cut off with an all to familiar voice etched with cockiness.

"Uh, I don't know..I'm flattered and all but," The voice said from behind me, "heart shaped sunglasses aren't really my thing." I spun around to see Elijah standing behind me with a dark blanket draped around his shoulders.

"Haha." I monotonously replied while trying to surprises the wide grin on my face, "very funny." He ignored my sarcasm as he trotted down beside me,

"Do you have any idea what time it is right now?" He asked as if I needed a set bedtime.

"I'm not eight, I can stay up if I want to Eli." I said. There's no way in hell I'm telling him I couldn't sleep because of my imaginations horrible constant reminder of what could be happening at any given moment.

"And anyhow what about you? Why'd you come back up?" I asked, saying it a little harsher then intended but with reason. He didn't get checked. Obviously he couldn't cause it was god knows how late, yet he came onto the freezer like roof with an injury which would only get worse with the cold.

"Calm down snappy." He said as he shuffled closer to me, "I brought a blanky." Gosh, he sounded like I five year old with the immature language he used. I couldn't help but think he surprisingly pulled it off for a 6ft eighteen year old grinaholic.

"To share?" I asked as I longingly gazed at the furriness around his broad shoulders. The pitch black stage of the sky had finally passed and it was beginning to brighten up again. Even though it was still extremely dark, I could luckily make out the things around me.

"Maybe..." He stretched as he snuggled deeper into his blanket, making me want it more. 'He's teasing me' I told myself, 'Bear with it.' I hadn't even realized exactly how cold it really was until I saw the warmth of the fake animal fur now wrapped around his torso.