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192. Jared Leto accidentally sending you a dirty text

By : jaredletoimagine | Tumblr

"Are you up?" I hear Shayla, on the other side of my door, "Or alive?"

I laugh, feeling my head spinning around even though I'm laying on my bed.

"Maybe" I shout, still laughing at my lame self.

"Are you at least decent?" She asks, probably losing her patience already "Someone is here to see you"

"Well, you can tell him is a bit late now, the restaurant closed and hour ago"

I don't receive a response, but I also don't hear Shayla's footsteps confirming that she decided to walk away.

When I decide that I'm probably too drunk for my roommate's sake, I try to stand up from my bed and get in my pajamas. The attempt fails almost immediately, as I only have the strength to move my feet out of the bed, but not the rest of my body.

Suddenly, of out nowhere, my vision turns black. I'm not sure how long it passes before I get my sight back, but when I do it, I find myself fighting against someone.

Somehow, I'm laying on the floor, and I'm hitting someone on the chest as he tries to grab me and put me back to bed.

"Can you please stop hitting me?!"

Jared's voice hits my ears and I start hitting him harder.

"NO!"

My drunken punches keep meeting his chest, even though I'm pretty sure I'm not making him any damage. He even looks more tired than hurted by me.

"I'm done!" I hear Shayla's voice from the corridor, "Fight all you want, the apartment is yours"

When the fists are not enough to stop Jared from touching me, I start using my legs to pull him away. This works, and he stands beside me, as I finally lay my whole body on the floor and watch him with a frown.

"You are 27 years old, you can't be doing this kind of scenes" He mutters, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, good, you remembered I'm 27 now!" I shout, way louder than I expected.

"I called you!"

"You didn't"

"I did"

"You didn't, you didn't, you didn't..." I keep saying, even though he stopped saying that he did.

Because he fucking didn't.

Jared keeps watching me from above, and I keep his gaze on mine. My drunkenness leads me to things I shouldn't do, and when my eyes start watering I curse at all those shots of tequila I took a couple of minutes before.

"You can't just stood up your goddamn something" I whimper, feeling a tear fall down.

"You are..."

Jared lowers down again, slowly this time. I move my gaze away from his, avoiding his eyes as he dries that lonely tear with his sleeve.

"Come on, you need coffee... and a hug"

When he tries to lift me up, I don't respond by hitting him as I did before. This time, I let him put me on my feet and cross his arm on my back, helping me walk outside my room. As he gets me to the living room couch, I sit as far away from him as I can. He notices this, but does not say a word and heads towards the kitchen.

I can hear him setting a kettle, and searching the cabinets.

I just want to get on my feet and get to him, punching him on his perfect nose; maybe decor one of his perfect blue eyes with a bruise; or just kick him in the crotch. I want him to feel sorry for what he did.