Episode Eighteen:
TO MY SLEEP
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E L L I O T T ' S P O V :
'This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
Blame it on my ADD baby . . . '
AWOLNATION pounds through the speakers Daka and I had set up at the start of the football season. Down on the bench, weight high above my head I push myself further, raising my arms with the beat of the song. In the corner of the room, Daka's working out his legs, and soon enough we'll both be done, and passed out asleep.
With a few more reps I'm ready to go to bed, enjoying the satisfying sound of metal clashing on metal when the weight hits the bench.
"Ah, nothing better than that," I sigh, snatching the plastic bottle from the side of the bench and gulping it down in record time. Once empty, I crumple it up and toss it into the small waste bin by the door.
"You said it best," Daka laughs, pausing the music that was playing through Bluetooth on his phone. Once the music is off the room feels eerily quiet, so we leave the basement gym quickly.
Overall the day had been uneventfully, but busy nonetheless. Thanks to this, both Dakarai and I decided to hit the gym later in the day. We didn't plan on it being this late, but beggars can't be choosers.
Daka's phone buzzes in his hand, and he pulls out of his text conversation to glance at the new notification.
"What is it?" I ask, when Daka groans in annoyance.
"Fawn, she's stuck at that guy's house again. Needs a ride,"
"You gonna get her?" I ask, and he nods his head eventually.
"Not just gonna leave her there," he snorts, taking a turn for the front door when we reach the main floor.
"So I'm gonna assume you're headed there now?" I ask laughing,and he nods his head tired.
"If I don't drop unconscious in the car," he mutters with the hint of a grin.
"Should I wait outside for you guys? Just in case you do pass out?" I ask, glancing at the time to find it being 2:54 A.M. Busy day left no time for us to work out beneath the sun. Go figure, mother nature and time itself hate me more than Fawn right now.
That's saying something.
"Be safe!" I call out when Daka throws himself into the truck, limbs hanging numbly outside the car as he pretends to fall asleep leaning on the seat he should be sitting in.
"Meh, ugh, meh, meh, meh, um, mm," he mumbles incoherently, forcibly pushing himself into the car.
Okay, I don't trust this for a minute.
"Hold on!" I yell, before he turns on the ignition, running up to the driver's side. Pounding on the window he rolls it down, and I reach in as far as I can to control the volume of the car speakers. Deciding to have some fun, I snatch Daka's phone, get the Bluetooth hooked up and let it play.
Screeching through the parking lot, the loud song from earlier vibrates the world around us, and Daka jolts to life as though electrocuted. Scrambling to turn it down, I scold him.
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