Javey fanfic

Chapter 2

"Anyways, what time is it, Jade?" Davey asked me as we lay in silence for the most part. Hunter had gone back up into his bunk and had fallen back asleep again.

I looked over to Davey who had gotten off of my chest. "I don't know. I can check, but I'm too lazy." I chuckled before I looked at a clock. "Its around 10 in the morning. Why?"

He just shook his head and sat up and pulled his laptop onto his lap. "I just want to continue with this." He said almost quietly, hair falling into his face. God. I just really wanted to move his hair away and kiss his cheek or something but that would be really, utterly awkward.

"Do you want help?" I ask in  about the same tone. I was guessing Davey wasnt hungry. Neither was I.

He just shook his head and started typing. "Arent you hungry?" He asked. It was like he was trying to get rid of me...

"No. Not really... Are you okay?" Davey, I realize this now because he's not wearing makeup, had dark circles under his eyes and he looked pale. He didnt look that great at all.

My best friend just shrugged and kept typing. "Yeah. Don't worry about me, alright?" He replied with a tone I almost never hear him use. "Just... Go talk to Smith."

Smith was my little brother, our tour manager. Why Davey was telling me to go talk to him? I have no clue. But it was obvious he didn't want me there with him right now. That much was certain. "Alright? Uh... I guess I'll just leave you to that..." Maybe he just needed alone time to get his creativity going, so, I get up and just go to find my brother. If he's in a good mood, he'll talk to me. Unless he's asleep.

"Smith?" I whisper yell out into the bunk area. "You up?"

I hear a small grumble, "yeah?" Smith was up. Cool.

"Hey man, I wanna hang for a bit." I say louder before i crawl out of Davey's bunk and up into Smith's. "How are  you feeling?"

Smith sat up a bit and shrugged before sitting up fully. "Im alright I guess. What about you?"

I just shrug and glance at Davey before whispering, "I don't think he's sleeping right.. He looks like shit and he's always cranky.."

AN: i wrote this in one go omfg 400 words. Sorry its short but im rushig whoops