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My eyes fluttered open as I looked around the dark room, wiping the drool on my bottom lip before sitting up.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, looking around before sliding off of the bed and pulling my phone out of my waistband. I flipped it open, checking the late hour.
1:24am.
I ran a hand through my hair, pulling open the door and peeking into the hallway. I walked towards Bill's room, knocking.
But then there was silence, and I knew he was probably passed out too. My gaze drifted to Tom's room, and I hesitated for a moment before knocking.
I just didn't wanna be alone. Even if I had to just stick around Tom's room for a bit. It was pretty eery here, with the long hallways and the silence.
"Ow!" A grunt came, and a thud before quick footsteps. The door opened, a girl quickly walking out and zipping her jacket. My eyes followed her quietly and then flickered upto Tom.
Tom walked by the door, leaning against it shirtless with his fly unzipped. He was sweaty, his dreads frizzy and messy with his cheek red; he was almost bruised.
"What happened?" I questioned, looking him up and down.
"Huh? Oh, nothing." he breathed out, wincing as he gently touched the welt on his cheek before glancing back at me. "What's up?" He exhaled, tilting his head lightly.
"I just wanted to talk." I said, looking up at him. "It's.. eery. I think Bill is passed out; he isn't answering his door. Could I come in?" I asked.
He looked up and down the hallway, noting that it was just us before looking back down at me.
The corner of his lip twitched lightly into a smirk, and he nodded. "Yeah.. come on." He sighed as I came in. He closed the door, a "Do Not Disturb" sign that wasn't there before now resting on the doorframe.
We both settled on the bed, and he put away some of the items on his bedside table. I snuck a glimpse at the Viagra, then looked back at him curiously. He didn't say anything.
The room was dimly lit from the minibar and quiet despite my talking. I was going on about the concert.
☠︎︎ 𝚃𝙾𝙼'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅
She was going on about the concert. I watched her face, her lips open up.
I tilted my head, watching her carefully. She was completely rambling.
I listened to her, even if she was saying the same things. She was nervous. Her lips moved at an unfamiliar pace, and her hands were making gestures.
I don't believe she just wants to talk.
☠︎︎ 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅.
I was nervous. His eyes on me, alone in the hotel room with him. We could sleep together, or this was just a conversation. But he was almost soothing me, listening to my rambling even if I was repeating the same things because I couldn't face the topic.
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The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ
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