C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Insomina☆

[ Johnnie can't sleep one night and Carrington helps him out. ♡ ]

tw; mental illness
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Johnnie is tossing and turning in his bed. His emo hair is a mess. Going every which way. Sitting up in frustration, he has dark circles underneath his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping well for a few days now, and it's really getting to him.

Johnnie's thoughts were all over the place. He felt exhausted, yet couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, the sheets becoming a tangled mess around him.

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on his phone. He reached for it, hoping that maybe scrolling through social media would distract him from his thoughts.

Picking up his phone, he slumps back down in his blankets. Shirtless as the fabric of the blanket is touching his tatted chest as he scrolls mindlessly. He sees an Instagram reel of Carrington and likes it.

Carrington, who had been scrolling through his own feed, received the notification of Johnnie's like. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the fact that the emo boy had taken interest in his content, but wasn't surprised.

He clicked on Johnnie's profile, scrolling through his pictures and reels, technically stalking his roommate.

Johnnie sent a dm to his roommate. 'you're awake at this hour?'

Carrington's phone buzzed with a notification. He checked it, seeing the message from Johnnie. He chuckled softly to himself before responding. 'Yeah, I am. Can't sleep. You too?'

'yeah.' Johnnie replied, as he sees Carrington's chat bubble pop up before it goes away. Then, a knock on his door.

Carrington waited for Johnnie to open the door, his heart beating a little faster than usual. He had no idea why he was so nervous, but something about this late-night encounter with the emo boy made him feel a bit flustered.

Johnnie gets out of the bed. Pulling the blanket off himself, he was still in his skinny jeans, just shirtless. He walked himself to the door and turned the knob.

Carrington's eyes widened as he saw Johnnie standing there, shirtless and in skinny jeans. He couldn't help but admire the boy's toned physique, the tattoos that adorned his skin, and the messy hair that framed his face. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Hey," he said again, his voice a little hoarse. "Can I come in?"

"Oh, uh sure." Johnnie replied and stepped back. Allowing Carrington into the room.

Carrington stepped into the room, taking in the dim lighting and the messy bed. He looked at Johnnie, his eyes lingering on the boy's chest for a moment before he quickly averted his gaze. "Thanks," he said, trying to sound casual. "So, you can't sleep either, huh?"

Johnnie shakes his head. Sitting himself onto his bed. He has dark circles underneath his smudged makeup.

Carrington notices the dark circles and smudged makeup, his heart aching a little for the boy. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, facing Johnnie. "You look tired," he says gently. "Have you been sleeping at all?"

"No, I fucking haven't." Johnnie replied. "It fucking sucks. It's ass. It's fucking dumb." He bickered. "Haven't slept in a few days actually."