plus two ⌁ hayes [IN EDITING]

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« autumn »

i wake up because of a raging headache that just keeps pounding no matter how hard i squeeze my eyes shut. i finally just decide to open them, which is when i realize that my vision is blurred and fuzzy. i blink multiple times to try and restore it to normal, but it doesn't work. what is wrong with me?

i glance around the room only to realize that i'm not in my own but in hayes'. how did i end up here? what happened last night?

my mind is, as well as in extreme pain, foggy too. i can't focus on anything for more than a couple seconds. everything seems a little— or should i say very, off today.

maybe someone else knows what happened. i stand up from hayes' bed, almost collapsing in the process. somehow, i manage to walk to the kitchen and stand at the edge of the counter, catching my breath. my god, what happened to me? i'm so weak.

"jesus, you're awake. are you okay?" hayes appears from the living room and hugs me tightly. i shake my head lightly, incapable of doing anymore extravagant movements of my muscles.

"what, uh, what happened last night?" i question, feeling my brain hurt from so much thinking. i can't even string thoughts together to form sentences, what is wrong with me?

"you got drugged on your date last night." he informs. i search the back of my brain for any memory of last night, and then fail. i'd react but i'm honestly too tired and weak to even attempt it. "yeah, it was bad. you couldn't even keep your eyes open," he admits, huffing.

i peer around the kitchen and when my eyes land on the stove's clock, they widen. it's 5 in the afternoon. i slept pretty much the whole day away, and yet i'm still sleepy. "i'm so, f-fucking— hmm, tired." i complain, hearing him chuckle at me.

"babe, you've been sleeping for almost a whole day now. how are you still tired?" he questions, astonished at my new sleeping habits. babe? that's new. i shrug, letting my eyes flutter closed. i slowly but surely, make my way into the living room and flop on the couch, my muscles relaxing after having stood for a good 5 minutes. hayes follows behind me, being my back spot.

we start off on opposite ends of the couch, watching 'the office' on netflix. we  send each other occasional glance, mine being one of longing, wishing that he was holding me instead of me sitting here, alone and cold. i clear my throat, sensing the awkwardness. hayes speaks up, facing the television. "what would you do if i told you how much i want to kiss you right now?" he questions. my eyes widen, my heart beat picking up incredibly quickly. my mind starts buzzing, a butterfly feeling arising in the pit of my stomach. i can't tell if the drugs are making this experience 10x more intense or if i'm just genuinely really nervous.

"um, i— i'd probably kiss you." i respond warily, stuttering as the drugs are still slowing me down mentally and physically.

"well, it's a good thing that i'm not going to tell you that then, isn't it?" he taunts, smirking at me. he stares at me, but i refuse to make eye contact. not with the nervous wreck state that i'm in. after a while, i finally give in and meet eyes with him. his smirk transitions into a smile, biting on his bottom lip with his straight front teeth.

"mhm," i hum, unable to let any other words surface. "b-but just to be clear, you do want to kiss me?" i clarify for myself but immediately regretting it. i sound so desperate.

"...is it cheating if i say yes?" he questions, scooting closer to my end of the couch. i purse my lips, hating myself for allowing myself to get in these toxic situations. no matter what he says it'll drive me crazy.

"only if you act on it..." i hesitate, staring down at my lap intently. i can't possibly look into his eyes right now.. they're probably darker and full of lust and— oh god. i squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get rid of the mental image my mind has estimated. before i know it, i'm somehow pulled into their trap and i'm staring into his dark, lustful eyes. we simultaneously move closer together, our lips brushing against each other at one point.

this is perhaps the closest we've ever gotten to kissing. usually our faces just get extremely close, but now his eyes are closed and our lips are already touching softly. we both seem to realize what's happening at the same time and pull apart frantically, licking our lips awkwardly and avoiding each other's gaze. "um, how did that even happen?" he asks, i shake my head telling him that i have no idea.

"where's em?" i mumble quietly, becoming self conscious in this moment. he sends me a pained look, apparently feeling for me. i look down, not meeting his eyes.

"i think she went to the studio with the jack's. she should be home around 11, depending on how late they stay." he replies, acting like he knows all. i roll my eyes, swallowing hard.

"c'mere," he mutters, opening his arms for me to climb into. i gladly accept the offer, mentally scolding myself for doing so. he wraps his arms around me, setting his head unto mine. "please don't let it be awkward, i hate that." i just decide to switch the subject, not knowing how to respond to that.

"can we make grilled cheese?" i peer up at him to see his reaction. he smiles down at me and my childish behaviour.

"of course," he agrees.

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« emma »

jack and i walk through the door the next morning. it was late by the time we were done at the studio so it was just more practical to crash at gilinsky's place with him instead of coming home.

i look at the counter and see three grilled cheese sandwiches with a note beside it that reads:

dear jemma,

we thought you might be famished after a long day at the studio. enjoy these gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches from the depths of our cupboards ;)

yours truly,
autumn and hayes❤️

aw they're so sweet. now i feel bad for not coming home, i missed out on some gourmet grilled cheese. "aw, look they made us food," i point to the cold sandwiches while jack pouts like a baby.

"now i feel bad," he whines. i nod, agreeing with him.

"i'm going back to sleep," he laughs, kicking his shoes off and jogging to his and hayes' bedroom.

"me too" i add, following closely behind him.

"we've got a slight problem here, em," he giggles. i huff and walk to where his voice is coming from, which is obviously his room.

and there lay hayes and autumn both on hayes' bed cuddling but they put jack's mattress underneath his so that their bed is higher.

"how cute," i gush halfheartedly from my tired state. "sleep in autumn's room." i avide. he smirks at me.

"or i can sleep with you?" maybe hayes and autumn were looking out for me after all.