Blue Sunsets and Whiskey. - J.Birch

Dearly Loved.

3 hours later, I wake up to Judd tapping my shoulder. We're out front of a motel. I had his sweater wrapped around me. I clearly had gotten cold. 

"We're here faggot." He says as I wake up. I look around, it wasn't nice but it wasn't gross. I open my door as I get out and stretch. He walks around the side, holding my bags. I take them from him and he walks with me to the desk. 

"How many nights?" The lady at the desk asks, looking at our bags before looking at us. I look at Judd. Not knowing how long we were leaving for. 

"Two weeks." He says. Two weeks? That shit was gonna be expensive. 

"Okay... that'll be, 2,346.50.." She says as she looks up at him with a little worry, he looks at her before pulling out his wallet and handing her the money.. in cash? What the fuck? This man just had money at his disposal? He leans in closer to me before whispering, "I save up for shit like this, don't look so surprised faggot." 

My face goes a little red as he moves away from me. No way I liked him. Fuck off. 

I shake my head as I fix my hair, trying to snap myself out of my thoughts. 

She hands him the keys to our room and tells us the number. He nods and picks his bags up that he had placed down while we waited. We walk up the stairs, to the third floor. I hadn't even remembered what number she said and it seemed that he did so I just followed him. 

Once we make it to the room, he sticks the key in the lock. He opens the door, it's nothing fancy. Just a normal hotel room. One bed, a tv, a bathroom, a closet.. Wait this room had one bed. My eyes widened a little. I feel his hand on my back as he slightly pushes me through the door. I was standing in the way. 

Once in the room he shuts the door and puts his stuff down, he sits down and I copy him a few seconds later. 

"It feels so nice to finally actually lay down." I say as I lay down on the bed, turning to face him. 

He chuckles a little as he lays down. "I bet so." He pauses for a second as he stares at the ceiling. "I think they have a little cafe thingy here, do you want something from it?" He turns his head to face me. 

"If they have fries I'll take some but if not I'll be okay." I say as I smile at him. 

"And if they don't you won't steal my food right?" 

"I won't."

"Promise?" He holds out his pinky to me. What. Judd Birch did pinky promises? I interlock my pinky with his. "I promise." 

He stands up and grabs the keys, his phone, and his wallet before waving to me and walking out of the room. 

When I hear the door shut I stand up and walk to the bathroom. My makeup was so messed up. 

I grab the face cloths on the counter and turn on the tap, I wipe my face with it. Taking most of the makeup off. I get the soap and use it. I wash the rest of it off before shaking my hair again and messing it up a little. I smile as I look at myself in the mirror, I walk back out into the room and grab a black tank top and some black and red pj pants. I put them on in the bathroom before sitting back down and turning the tv on. It was cable but it still worked I guess.

A channel had Bobs Burgers playing so I turned it to that one before getting under the blanket and sitting against my pillow. 

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20 minutes later, the next episode is about to play and I can hear the lock turning. I look at the door to see him walk in with the food, He had my fries. He walked over, placing the food down before sitting down and taking his shoes off. Without saying a word he laid down beside me, handed me my fries, grabbed his own food, and watched the show with me.

We just stayed there for a little while before I smelt smoke, I turned over to him and as I guessed he had lit a joint in the room. I held out my hand towards him and he handed me the joint, he had made a makeshift ashtray between us with a paper bowl. After a few hits I hand it back to him and he takes it before getting up, "I'm gonna go change." He says, his voice is monotone as it always is. I smile at him as I nod to show him I heard him. He gives me a hit of the joint out of his hand, I looked up at him as I did and he looked prettier than I've ever seen. I quickly finished taking my hit and he walked into the bathroom. I pick up my pillow and scream into it, not loud enough for him to hear but loud enough for me to calm down a little. 

I couldn't figure out if I liked him or not and if I did that made this so much worse. It was so wrong of me to even think I liked him. But fuck man he was hard to not like. I mean I'd known him for 8 years, we grew up together. And I never liked him once in those 8 years. Why did I suddenly like him now? 

I get snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing before he walks over, he's in pants that are the same as mine and he has no shirt on. As he walks over it's hard to look at his face yet I manage to. I don't want to seem like a fucking creep. 

"Want the rest of it?" He asks as he holds it out to me, there's a good 5 puffs off it so I take it and take a hit. 

"Thank you for the fries Judd." I say with a smile.

"It was really nothing, don't worry about it." 

I take another hit before remembering I packed my bong in the bag before I left. I lean over the bed before dragging my hand on the ground to find my bag. Before long I find it. 

I put it on the bed, grabbing my bong out of it and the water bottle, Judd looks over at me before smirking "Did you have that in your bag the whole day?" 

"No, I grabbed it when we went to my house." I say back, filling my bong as I speak, I had placed it on the ground to fill it. 

"Can I have a toke?" He asks, "After I do!" 

I playfully hit his shoulder and he smiled. 

I search my bag again before finding my grinder, I put it on the side table next to me, turning on the lamp as I do.

I pull my pack of smokes out of my pocket and roll some of the cigarette into the bowl before putting weed on top, I hold my lighter out towards him and he cheerses me back. (Idk what word to use there lol). I light my bowl before blowing it towards him again, he scrunches up his face as I do. 

"Why do you always feel the need to do that?" He asks me in a sarcastic tone, I laugh at his question, "It's funny!" I say back, I hand him the bong and my grinder.