(Got this off of tumblr.)
You groaned, stretching your arms over your head as you rolled over in bed. You felt around on the nightstand for your phone and checked the time.
3:40 am
You groaned again. This was the fifth time that night that you checked the time. You really hated nights like this when you couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed. It was hard to get comfortable in bed.
Sighing, you got out of bed, slipped into your slippers, and headed towards the kitchen. Flicking on the light over the stove, you busied yourself with making hot chocolate, hoping that something hot would help to soothe your restless legs.
You were sitting at the island, cradling a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, scrolling through your dashboard on tumblr. Trying not to laugh at some of the silliest things was tough. You didn't need to wake up your boyfriend after all.
But, that was a short lived hope as you burst out laughing just at the wrong moment. Justin came walking around the corner, arms crossed. He leaned against the doorframe, body still sluggish from sleep.
"Do you want some hot chocolate?" You made to get up from the stool and grab a cup for him but a short shake of his made you sit back down.
"Why are you up?"
"I couldn't sleep. I kept waking up every hour. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Taking a sip from your cup, you motioned for him to sit next to you. But he shook his head again, staying right where he was.
"Then why are you drinking sugar?"
"Because I was hoping that something warm would help to soothe my aching legs." You got up and rinsed your cup in the sink, wiping away the water on your pajama pants. You turned to find that Justin still hadn't moved from his spot. Grabbing your phone from the counter, you made to walk past him to go to your bedroom. But he stopped you.
"Selena never did this."
"Excuse me?" You looked at him next to you, his hand on your shoulder.
"Selena never had trouble sleeping in the same bed as me."
"Well, I'm so sorry that tonight was an exception. I'm sorry I'm not her." You yanked your shoulder out of his grasp and walked back to your room, climbing into bed, hoping he wouldn't come back.
But he did a few minutes later. You stiffened in bed, clutching your phone to your chest, when you felt the bed dip under his weight. You attempted to go back to sleep.
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The next day you sat on the porch swing, quietly watching the cars go by the house. You had started reading another book from your collection, but you decided to take a break when you got one hundred pages in. You were really just enjoying the quiet sounds of nature to be honest. The birds chirping with the occasional sound of a car was just so peaceful.
You tried to get the image of the night before out of your mind, but, to no avail, it didn't want to go away. Not even the fantasy world from the book could chase it away. Justin had seemed so mad and you thought that maybe you had given him the wrong answer when you walked away.
He wasn't in bed when you woke up this morning. His car wasn't in the garage either. He left.
So here you sat, calming your emotions, getting lost in your thoughts when his car eventually pulled into the driveway. The orange lamborghini came to a stop just before the garage and Justin got out, slamming the door. You watched him from the porch, pulling your legs closer to your chest. He walked up on the porch and stopped.
"Look about last night..."
"No I get it, I'm sorry that I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry I disturbed you."
"No not that. I shouldn't have compared you to Selena. I'm sorry."
"Yeah you shouldn't have. I don't even look like her. I'm not her at all."
You looked away, still hurt, but you saw Justin move closer out of the corner of your eye. He sat down on the swing next to you. "I'm really sorry. I'm trying to move on. I want this relationship to work, I really do."
"Me too." You said it in a whisper and you hoped he heard it. This relationship meant the world to you. You weren't with him because of the money or because he was a celebrity. You actually liked him as a person, you liked his personality, and you liked all the little quirks he had. And the fact that you were a regular person instead of a celebrity meant that he must like you as a person as well. You hoped he did. After all, you two were sleeping in the same bed.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him. You rested your head on his shoulder, shifting so your legs fell over his.
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