Apartment 207

Chapter 5:

chapter 5

(tylers pov)

as soon as I am conscious my mind races through thoughts of the events of last night.

I blink open, squinting

as a roll over I realize that I'm in my bed. the sun paints gold slashes on the white walls.

turning again, I face the ceiling. I feel the dampness of sweat on my back sticking to the sheets.

I try to move my legs. They feel sore.

used

what happened last night?

wait did i...

josh

oh my god josh

i get out of bed and shiver at the abrupt coldness in the room

everything is still.

There's a pen and a paper on the table

i glanced down realizing I'm only wearing underwear

did..did... josh take off my clothes

I rub my eyes

groggy, and sore.

unable to think clearly and get clothes on, I decide to walk out and check my house for evidence of what happened.

as soon as I open the door of my bedroom I instantly regret it.

josh turns around. His face goes from happiness to awkwardness as he realizes I'm standing there like a little puppy in my underwear

everything is out.
there's no filter.

"oh god" I think in my head

i start to panic, scared of what he might've saw.

oh god what did I do

what does he know...

"hey tyler.." josh says eyeing me up-and-down.

"are..did you sleep ok".

unable to think about anything else I whisper "why am I not wearing any clothes?"

"oh, well a lot happened last night... here come sit down, I'll talk to you. do you want some coffee?"

"why are you still here?" i ask, abruptly

his expression softens

"I was worried about you. i know we haven't really talked but you really need help last night and I couldn't bear just leaving you like that."

josh turns around and starts to stir a cup of coffee.

how does he know where anything was?

he nods his head and hums a familiar song that I can't think of. A warm sensation fills me as I realize that he stayed here for me.

"I..i...don't really like coffee" my voice sounds croaky and rough

"do you want tea? do you have tea?" he smiles lightly

he looks at me seeming to know more about me than I know about myself.

"yeah it's in the cabinet right there"

I start to feel anxious wondering if he judged me last night

how much does he know?

Still shaken, I start to pick the skin around my fingers realizing they are bleeding