It's seven o'clock on a Sunday morning and I can't fall asleep to save my life, and by I can't I mean I literally can't. I've been awake since nine yesterday morning and I've been lying in my bed since eleven last night and I can't sleep. My heart has been pounding out of my chest since one and I've felt like I could throw up since three. I can't stop thinking and my anxiety is acting up and I haven't been able to sleep. I also kind of want to break my record for staying up twenty-six hours, but at the same time that sounds like a horrible idea.
I could have called Ashton and he would have been over in a split second, but I hate bothering him. Hell, I could have even called for my mom to help, but I don't want her to know I'm getting bad again. My only other option is tossing rocks at the window literally four feet away from my own, but I always wake him up and I feel bad. That's partially why I'm still awake. I wanted to wait until a semi-normal time to talk to him. It's about 7:10 now and I deem it more appropriate than I did three hours ago, so I take the tupperware container of rocks I keep underneath my bed and tear the lid off. I grab about six pebbles because he takes forever to wake up when I do this, and stalk over to my screen-less window. I lift it open and start tossing them across the short distance between our windows.
Four pebbles later, I see some movement in the dark room. I let the other rocks fall out of my hand and wait for him to open his window with his usual early-morning scowl. It takes a few seconds, but eventually he slides his own window up and rubs his eyes with his fist. He begins muttering to himself about how he 'should have never picked the room closest to yours' and that he 'always gets woken up on the one day he's allowed to sleep in.' He just grumbles to himself for a bit, trying to get used to the light pouring in from his open window, and I just laugh at his reaction because he's always so grumpy in the mornings and it makes me laugh every time. He finally takes notice of me leaning out my own window after hearing my light giggles and he gasps.
"Holy fuck Luke you look awful. You didn't sleep again, did you?" A look of worry pours over his face and I just shrug. He runs his hand through his curly, dark brown hair and shakes his head. He moves out of the way and gestures for me to come in, and I oblige. I swing one leg out my window and then the other. I walk two steps across the small edge and bridge the gap between our windows. I climb in his window and end up scratching my hip on the ledge, but I honestly don't care. Exhaustion is finally washing over me and I walk right past him and fall on top of his bed. I crawl under his warms covers, and he joins me, wrapping his long arms around me. I mumble a, "thanks Cally-Wally," and I feel him nod his head as if to say it's okay and I'm out like a light.
New story!!! Actually not new to me because I've been writing it for awhile but new to you.
Basically Calum and Luke are neighbors and it's like the you belong with me video and their windows are across from each other.
I have quite a bit written so I'll probably be posting more within the next few days.
(p.s. the picture is cute sleepy cake and I thought it fit)
Until next time!
