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[2.6] Chase.

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Saturday
10:00
I hadn't slept much that night. I couldn't get my mind to shut up long enough for me to fully get there.

My alarm went off, waking up Simon also. But, I was already awake. I couldn't be arsed moving, I just wanted to stay there.

"Joshy.." A sleepy Simon grumbled with a weak voice. "Turn it off~"

I couldn't even be bothered to answer, I just stayed put.

He nudged me in the back, "Josh~"

I scowled, still refusing to do anything.

"Can you just—" Simon went to ask again, but I beat him to it, cutting him off.

"You do it."

I didn't look for a reaction to my harsh words from Simon, nor did I want to.

I felt him move from the bed, before hearing footsteps step around my bed.

I watched as Simon pressed the clock which was beside me to stop the blaring sound— he shot me a strange look before leaving the room.

Sighing, I pulled myself up and it felt like I was lifting a million weights.

The lack of sleep caused my mind to fuck up, I felt dizzy and didn't feel like I was completely aware of everything which is going on.. But, that feeling wasn't new.

I took myself from the bedroom and into the bathroom, not paying much attention to Simon as he prepared breakfast.

I went over to the sink, pouring some cold water into my hands before splashing it onto my complexion.

When I snapped my head back upwards, I glanced at myself in the mirror, noticing how shit I looked with barely any sleep. I didn't care, I couldn't be arsed caring.

It's almost as if I wanted to break down again, as I just felt so shit and done. I was so confused about fucking everything.

I soon after brushed my teeth, forcing myself to stop thinking before it started to hurt again.

After, I stepped back into the kitchen, seeing two plates full of a 'full English breakfast', Simon sat in front of one of them.

"I didn't want to start eating without you," he commented, his voice cautious; probably because of the coldness I greeted him with that morning.

"Oh," I hummed quietly, taking the seat in front of him. "Thanks, Si."

"No worries," he chirped, tucking into his food as I did.

The two of us ate in silence, neither of us clearly knew what to say or when to say it. It was an awkward and tense atmosphere, which is something that I'd never really had with Simon before. I didn't like it.

The two of us finished the breakfast nevertheless, and Simon offered to wash up. He never washed up, he clearly felt guilty and was trying to make up for it.

I just wish I knew what was making him feel so damn guilty.

"You know, the lads wanted to go out tonight. We were thinking of going to the club," Simon spoke up, back facing me as he was busy cleaning up all the dishes and pans.

"Oh, that's cool," I just responded, sounding more disinterested than I actually was.

"So.. You're coming, right?" He asked, turning around to face me completely.

I didn't want to, but I always found it hard to say no to him. "Do you want me to go?"

Simon scowled, "What? Of course I do. Why did you have to ask?"