At My Wit's End

Ch. 7 The Jealousy.

Carly's POV

I awoke to the sound of my cell phone ringing near me on my night stand. The light from my phone was so bright that I could barely even see the name.

"Hello?" I mumbled out after miraculously pressing the answer button.

"Hey, I hope I didn't wake you," the voice on the other end told me.

It was Marshall.

"I was sleeping, but it's fine. What's up? Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he replied. "I'm sorry I woke you. I just...can't get to sleep. And I just don't like to be alone when that happens. I'm just kind of wired and can't sleep."

I looked at the time. It was 4 AM. Louie was fast asleep next to me in my bed, even laying on his back exposing his tummy. He never did that!

"I can come over," I told him as I sat up and pushed my messy hair out of my face. "Just give me a few minutes."

"Actually, I was thinking about doing something. This is the city that never sleeps. You should know that, Jersey Girl," he chuckled.

I smiled and got up out of bed. Whatever Marshall wanted to do at 4 AM had better be something good.

"You're the only person I've ever woken up this early for."

"Good, that means I'm special. I'll come pick you up."

I told him that I'd be ready in a few and hung up the phone. Louie was still passed out sleeping in the bed, so I kissed him on his little head, and started to get dressed. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to match with my sneakers. I attempted to put a some makeup on my face, but I settled for a little mascara on my lashes and a bit of concealer under my eyes. Just because I was awake at 4 AM didn't mean I had to look like I was awake at 4 AM.

I waited for Louie to follow me into the kitchen, begging for food, but he must've really been tired, because he never came. I still hadn't bought a new coffee maker, so that was out of the question. I poured a small glass of orange juice, paid some bills, and even dusted a bit before receiving a text from Marshall that read 'I'm here. Which one are you? The last time I was up there, I was a little busy..'

I texted him back saying '36B'.

Shortly after sending the text, he was knocking at my door. I was still so nervous around him, and even just thinking about him made me crazy. I guess that was normal though. He probably made everyone around him crazy. I mean, have you see him?!

I opened the door and saw the sweet smile that I had grown so accustomed to in the last few days. His eyes were so tired, though. The deep blue color of his irises that reminded me of the ocean was now more of a pale blue from all the restlessness. It was almost like he really hadn't slept in days. How had I not noticed this before?

"Hey, you look great," he grinned as I picked up my purse and keys to leave.

"Thanks," I replied back, blushing. "You do too."

He took my hand into his after I locked my apartment door and lead me down the hallway to the elevator.

"Okay, this is your city. So, whatever happens this morning, is what you want to happen. I'm a tourist here, and you know where it's at in New York at 4 AM," he laughed as he pressed the button to the down floor.

I leaned against the railing inside of the elevator and thought about where we could go. Truthfully, I was an abnormal 24 year old. The only parties or clubs I ever went to was the ones that Violet and Jack dragged me to, and even then, I never ended up staying past 11 PM. Was Marshall expecting me to know about the club scene in the city? Was there even a club scene at all at 4 in the morning? The more I thought about it, the worst I felt, so I trashed the idea and quickly thought of something else.