falling asleep on a stranger//kris bryant

three

First day of practice and training and I'm a nervous wreck.

I showered and applied maybe seventy layers of deodorant to cover my stress sweat, oh man was I stressed. I slipped on khaki pants and the blue shirt we were required to wear, groaning in disgust at how nasty I looked. I just felt odd today, and that's not good for a first day. I grabbed the pack we had to wear containing a first aid kit, and looked at myself one last time. I looked so bad. But, I give up. I put my shoes on and headed downstairs.

The boys weren't awake yet, so I brewed some coffee and began to cook bacon and eggs. My nerves were getting the best of me, and making me nauseous. I wasn't planning to eat, but I would feel rude if I left them with empty stomachs. I finished the food and left out some fruit and the coffee with it. I poured myself a cup and nearly downed the entire thing in one sip.

I was stressed out of my mind, and it was starting to show in my actions. I've been fucking up my wrapping skills, and forgetting simple tasks in the training room. What was making me so stressed? I've been doing this for almost eight years, it's practically wired into my brain.

I wandered over to the couch and turned on the TV, browsing the collections on demand. I ended up rewatching Bob's Burgers for the 700th time.

"Good morning." Someone groaned from inside the kitchen. I turned to see Kris in nothing but grey sweats. Shit he's hot.

"I made breakfast." I muttered, feeling my cheeks get red. "There's coffee on the counter too."

LOOK AWAY FUCK HE'S GORGEOUS

"Thanks." He sat down at the counter and began eating. I forced myself to turn away and focus back on to the tv. Soon enough, more people came downstairs to eat. They all seemed pretty chill about today, like it was no big deal.

Of course it's no big deal they actually have fun doing what they love, and they don't get yelled at for fucking up during training.

It was 9:30 and we had to be at the facility by 11:00, so I snuck back upstairs to calm myself down. I shut the door to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I plugged my phone into the speaker I brought and started to play some music.

You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room,
Flashin' those eyes like highway signs.
Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder.
Just wanna feel your lips against my skin.

"You're gonna be fine." I whispered to myself, "It's just another day. You do this shit everyday, what's different about now?"

White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life.
You told me this is right where it begins.
But your lips hang heavy underneath me.
And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me.

"Oh god I'm so alone." I muttered. I've been single since sophomore year, a girl needs some affection. I know I won't find any affection here. Everyone has one task and it doesn't involve romance. So I might as well be alone forever.

I grabbed my notebook from my nights and began to finish the poem I was working on. Writer's block was a bitch. I had zero inspiration.

"Hey Violet." Kris said, coming into my room. I shut off the music and noticed he had changed. "We're leaving soon."

"Alright." I sighed. Shutting my notebook, I grabbed my phone and bag and walked downstairs with Kris.