Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter IX

A/N: Posting another chapter because why not, lol

G's POV

Elena had passed out relatively quick. After a few moments when I was sure she was out, I picked her up, carrying her to my bedroom. After setting her down and pulling the covers up over her, I got into bed as well. This whole thing was extremely fucked up, and I hated myself for not being able to let her go. Both Jesse and Brooke were right: someone was going to get fucked over in the end. Inevitably, it would probably be her, unfortunately. I never really had the attention span to stay invested in one particular girl, but for some reason, she had me captivated at that point. However, I knew that the second I got back on tour, my mind would probably change. 

Relationships like these never worked out, and I knew that. I'd seen enough to know better, but at that point I just didn't care. She was fun to fuck, and she made it pretty obvious that she liked it, too. My head felt foggy, and thinking about all this just made me more confused. I could feel my eyelids growing heavy as well, and pretty soon I was out. 

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I woke up the next morning, glancing over at the clock to check the time. It was just after 10, and I looked over to see Elena still fast asleep. Chuckling to myself, I moved the blanket off me slowly, careful not to disturb her. I made my way into the kitchen, trying to find something to eat as I was rather hungry. As I grabbed some cereal out of the cupboard, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around, seeing Elena standing there. 

"Well, good morning," I spoke, smiling at her. 

She shook her head, rubbing her eyes. "Why was I in your bed?"

"You passed out on my couch last night, so I put you there," I responded, pouring some of the cereal into a bowl before adding some milk. 

"Oh, fuck," she put her hand on her forehead. "I didn't even want to stay the night. I'm sorry. I don't want to give you the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea for what?" I questioned, grabbing a spoon. "Did you want some?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine. I just... I mean the wrong idea that I'm gonna stick around here."

"So you were just gonna leave here fucked out of your mind last night?" I joked, shoveling some of my breakfast into my mouth. 

"Well, no. I wasn't planning on getting that bad," she sighed, and I chuckled a bit in response. 

"Sure you don't want some?" I mumbled through a mouthful. 

"Not of that, no," she responded, her tone almost suggestive. 

"What are you implying?" I asked, sounding equally as suggestive. 

She smirked, moving over to me and climbing into my lap. "Mmm, I don't know."

"Fuck," I breathed, just before she pressed her lips onto mine. My hands moved to her hips as she tugged on my hair gently. 

After a few moments, she pulled away, climbing off of me. 

"Seriously?" I ran a hand through my hair.  "You frustrate me to no end, you know that?"

"Good, that means I'm doing my job," she laughed. "I think I'm going to go now, though."

"What? Can't you stay for a little longer?" I asked. Fuck, I sounded so desperate, but I didn't really care if it meant she would stay. 

"No," she spoke firmly, which surprised me a bit. "This isn't gonna become a habit, G. I can't do it. You can't do it. We both know that."