Finish Line

5

Light can be such a blessing and such a curse. As the sunlight of the day creeps into my room, I try to cover my face. We ended up getting back just before 5 this morning. We sped around getting food, rocking out to our favorite songs, and laughing for hours on end. I didn't think I'd have so much fun with Dylan but I guess Sammy is a good mediator. We didn't fight at all, he kept up his attitude but he was pretty relaxed most of the night. 

I toss and turn back and forth for a while before finally accepting that it was time to get up. It's already 11:30 by the time I'm up and around. Cole and Elena are at The Streets and have been since 6:30 this morning. Today is a busy day for them apparently. They have meetings all day and they are short staffed. I would've come to help out but I was way too tired to move by the time we got home. Emma had been in the kitchen when we got home. She had to be up early to workout or something like that. 

"You awake in there," I hear Jake's voice call from the other side of the door. I roll my eyes and move towards my closet. I hear the door creak open and see Jake's feet step onto the soft rug that lies in front of the door. 

I push my body upright onto the hardwood beneath me. Jake is wearing his soccer uniform,  he's looking for something. I take a glance around trying to locate whatever it is he may be looking for. "What's up?" 

He leans against the door frame, "You look awful."

I know I look awful. I feel awful. My throat aches and my head is pounding. My nose is stuffed up and I feel like death. "I know I do, what do you want?"

My temper is getting shorter by the minute. I know I'm already sick at this point which I why I feel so awful. "Anyways, can I take your car to my game? Mine's in the shop."

"Not a chance am I letting you even hold the keys to Adele," I laugh at his idiotic question. He rolls his eyes.

"Worth a shot," He says before turning out of my room and skipping down the stairs. I snuggle into my favorite gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt before going downstairs myself. I just need some tea, drugs, and sleep. 

I enter the kitchen to see a groggy Dylan, wearing a pair of gray joggers. He runs his hand through his hair as I try to break my gaze away from his six pack. I notice a smirk playing on his lips and I tear my eyes away, much to my dismay. 

He turns around to pick up his breakfast, showing off his muscular back. I look towards my feet as I make my way over to the fridge, desperate for a bottle of water. I push myself off the fridge doors and take a few steps towards the cabinets filled with spices and such. There has to be some tea somewhere. 

However, when I turn around, I find myself smashing into Dylan's chest. I immediately jump back, mumbling a quick sorry before pushing past him to get to my destination. Dylan reaches back and wraps his strong hand around my wrist, pulling me back into his chest. Our faces are inches away, his chest is pressed firmly against mine. He's looking down at me, I'm a few inches shorter than him. 

He presses his lips to my ear. My breath hitches, stopping in my chest, "Watch where you're going, Jules." 

I just nod as he moves his body away from mine. I feel cold, almost empty when his presence is gone. I shake the feeling out of my head before making my tea. Today is a sleep as much as possible kinda day.

                                                                                          ~

I wake up again at six. Cole is standing at my door with a confused look on his face. He's probably wondering why I'm sleeping at six. I feel even worse than I did before. He seems to put the pieces together as he enters the room. He sits beside my feet and traces his hand along the duvet.