The girl who's hair defies gravity and holds autumn in her skin and summer in bones.
He looks at her as if she is art,
Inspiration,
A muse.
She is everything he has ever lost,
somehow found
and returned.
He looks at her and knows she is Love
To him...
That was one hell of a night. I drive to Saige's place with intention set on setting him straight.He should have at least answered his damn phone but at least I know by now he's passed out in his room. He such an impulsive child sometimes, Saige refuses to think of consequence and just throws caution to the wind and I have to say I'm tired of babysitting . Running off doing whatever the hell he wants, I know he's an adult but God damn it he has to understand there are limits.
Peering out the window, I see the sun begin to rise as I pull into the apartment complex. I'm so pissed at him right now. I hop out of my truck and slam the door shut, getting a little more aggravated with each echoing step I take to the building. When I make it to the door that reads 592. I close my eyes and take in a deep inhale of air and hope my assumption is correct. That he actually is in there and not passed out in some shitty bar or something. I open my eyes and relax my tensed shoulders, finally, I knock on the door and it slowly creeks it's way open.
I furrow my brow. He normally isn't that much of an idiot to not lock the door. "Saige," I call out to him as I look around the red bricked wall room. My foot kicks into something which causes me to glance down. I reach to pick up the thick black material item and I soon come to realize it's his leather jacket he wore last night. Well, now I know he came home. "Saige, Are you here?" I shout but no reply.This is infuriating!
The door is cracked to his bed room and I get the idea to check in there.The only reason it didn't come to mind to begin with is just that, he never sleeps in his room, he always passes out on the couch or at his desk in the living area.I peer around the white door to see him wrapped in sheets deep asleep. No wonder his ass didn't hear me, I roll my eyes as I'm further into his room that could be considered clean if you ignored the wrinkled clothes on the floor.
I shake my head in disappointment as I look down at him. Over to the right of him is his bedside table and on it is bowl full of opaque purple water. At first I cross my arms and stare at the liquid and wonder what the hell it is , but then come to realize it's the water he used to clean his brushes, an idea pops it way into my head and a sly smiles sneaks it way onto my face.
My hand soon comes in contact with the small bowl and I smirk. Saige is still knocked out and completely unaware of me being here. Without a care, I dump the cold liquid onto him which instantly causes him to shoot awake, panting frantically and I can't help but to laugh hysterically to the point of my sides hurting.
Saige catches his breath and looks furious as he watches me threw the wet strands of hair clinging to his face. Finally, I get a hold of my laughter. "Good morning sexy.How did you sleep?" I chuckle.
He groans and then pulls the blankets back over his head "Oh my God, Marcus fuck off before I cut off your dreads and you'll have to start that shit over" he threatens with a grumble.
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