Sober

Ch. 10

(POV: Nick)

I lean against my door, laughing like a lunatic for way longer than I intended to. I eventually drag myself to my bed and lie down for the next ten minutes, completely flustered. I didn't think I would ever have the balls to ask him such a thing, and I was surprised he understood my rambles and went along with it. He filled the entire room with his scent, and I kind of wanted to escape it, but at the same time laying on my bed was like being hugged by him in a cloud.

However, it's so weird to look across the bed and not see another one directly across from me. Normally, I wouldn't have minded the emptiness and the silence, but now that I had a few friends, I didn't wanna be completely alone. Especially when it came to Kyler.

He has the energy of like three whole people, and when he's gone, it feels like I've been abandoned in a void.

I roll over to my side, staring at the few remaining bins on my floor since I'm too lazy to put my stuff where it needs to go.

I swear, every time I hang out with Kyler, it just keeps getting even more fun. I can't believe I passed out in his apartment and then slept in his bed, but technically I can blame Deja for putting me next to him instead of sitting me on the couch.

I decide to take a nap, and despite my twenty-four hours or so of sleep earlier, I wake up a few hours later around six, with an idea.

I pull out the slip of paper with Deja's number on it and text her and oddly, she responds instantly. I wonder if Kyler had already given her mine.

'Do you know where Kyler works?'

'Why? Do you wanna visit him??!! <3'

I chuckle to myself.

'Kinda.'

'Okay! I'll pick you up! I wanna bother him too.'

'Wait, what?'

Deja doesn't respond, and I jump out of my bed. She and Kyler don't live too far from me, so she could be here any second.

I take off my hoodie due to the unattractive tears and throw on a multicolored short-sleeve button-down I'd found when cleaning up. I keep my jeans on and throw on some vans, just as I'm paged to the lobby.

I frantically grab my wallet, forgetting to do anything with my hair as I run out of my dorm where Deja's at the entrance, grinning.

"Hi again!"

She wears a jean skirt with a black turtleneck and a leather jacket. Her hair's tied up with a few sparkly doobies in it or something, and she looks like a biker, but it's cool.

"H-Hi." I wave awkwardly as I follow her to her car.

"Did you just wake up? Your hair's a mess," She says and snickers.

I awkwardly hold my arm. "Uh, yeah."

Once we get to the parking lot, I hop in the passenger seat, and she drives off. She has K-Pop blasting from her radio, and I can't help but bob to it. Though the difference between her driving style and Kyler's is terrifying.

He's more of a gentleman, whereas Deja speeds through yellow lights, swerves around the people who are going the speed limit, and despite me thinking we're gonna die, is actually quite efficient.

"I think there's a comb in the glove box somewhere if you wanna fix your bedhead."

I start digging for it, and I catch her smile. "But Kyler loves your big hair, so I don't think he'd mind."