Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)

T h i r t y

the night before

Insomnia is a bitch.

I've been tossing and turning since I went to bed at 10pm, desperately trying to grab ahold of a couple of minutes. Even trying to grasp the concept of sleep right now seemed impossible, all I wanted was for the hallow of unconsciousness to take me and give me 8 hours of undisturbed, nightmare free peace.

But instead I was here wide awake at 2am, as un-sleepy and conscious as it was humanly possible. Having decided to come home and finish making the apartment look more best friendly, rather than couple like, I'd waited until Dylan was sleeping soundly to leave and I'd be back before he woke anyway.

So I did what I usually do when I get bored, what I've been doing every day this week when my best friend insomnia paid me a highly expected visit.

I cleaned the apartment.

Tyler had text just before I was going to turn in at 10, to let me know that him and Cody would be out late, so it was me, myself and I for the night as they wouldn't be nipping in to check on me or to see if I needed anything.

I started my spree collecting all the dirty washing that was, thanks to Tyler and Cody, all over the guest room beds and the floor.

Might I add that if you didn't catch that, ALL the washing, not just mine. Tyler's and Cody's too, neither one of them knew how to operate a washing machine, or so they pretend.

No scratch that, didn't know how to operate ANYTHING! So I was like apartment mama round here, I cooked, cleaned and did the washing because the last time Cody tried to do our washing, he sent all our socks and underwear pink.

Yet they were only temporary guests but they made mess like they'd been here for years.

I laughed at the thought as I grabbed pile of skinny jeans and shirts off Tyler and Cody's beds that they occasionally stayed in and the ones that were scattered carelessly on the floor and threw them in the hamper deciding that I'd start them in the morning.

After that it wasn't easy to scutter quietly round the room cleaning because it was dark but I refused to switch the lights on, I didn't want to blind myself.

I spent around an hour cleaning, let me tell you when I decided to let our friends stay over while Dylan was hospitalised, I didn't think about the mess that was bound to be part of the package of two grown men.

I emptied the trash, put away all the clean laundry, organised my desk and artwork, filed my completed paperwork that was due tomorrow morning and placed my newly painted canvas piece of the holiday cabin I visited as a child in my briefcase. That was the most difficult piece yet, not because I couldn't paint it, that was easy I knew the place like the back of my hand.

It just came with awful memories. Memories that left me scarred, physically.

Hoodies and sweatpants hanging off the end of Tyler's bed caught my attention, chuckling as I walked over to retrieve them and hang them on the coat peg beside the door, I stretched to reach the peg, wondering why are men so god damn messy? I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn't hear the jingle of keys.

The door flew open knocking my shoulder and I screamed, "Jheez fuck," falling against the door as it shut.

"Oh shit sorry!" little Dylan rushed, spinning back noticing me backed up against the door.

I squinted, trying to make his figure out clearer in the dark and it was only then the I noticed how scared he really was, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to umm," he swallowed before continuing,"scare you its just I was pretty bored out with the lads so they told me to come check if you needed help clearing anything too couple-ish out," he shrugged, "Cody said you wouldn't be asleep, he told me you'd be awake and fretting,"