Laney’s Point Of View;
A few peaceful days have passed, Justin and I barely talked about anything. For the past 3 days, all he did was work, work andwork, he apparently didn’t even have a dollar on him. He was so broke and Oliver wouldn’t give him a penny knowing that he might spend it on alcohol. Cara was with Danny for the weekend and everything all of the sudden became extremely boring.
Beer in his right hand, Justin sat on the sofa with his laptop on his lap while he drank himself into oblivion. I never liked the smell of beer, or even the taste, but Justin gulped it down as if it was the most tasty drink he has ever had. The way he drank wasn’t normal at all, and it made me wonder what was the reason behind it.
I stood in front of my guestroom mirror for 5 minutes, trying to figure out how am I going to pop up the question about his drinking. I wasn’t sure if he had an addiction or he just liked alcohol that much. I styled my hair into a messy ponytail and grabbed my phone with me to go outside to the living room. Sadly, I slept alone in the guest room while Justin and Cara slept in his room. Oliver didn’t have any equipment or a crib for Cara, Justin had to sleep in the same bed as her and he didn’t want to risk crushing her while sleeping so he doesn’t sleep at night, he sleeps in the morning.
I walked downstairs to the small living room, spotting Oliver reading a book on the sofa alone. My eyes wandered everywhere and after I checked Justin was not in the living room, I climbed the stairs again to Justin’s bedroom. When I first went in his room, I expected it to be as messy as his apartment but nope, it was clean and every single thing was in its place. This was originally their family home but his mom moved to another house and left it for Oliver.
After a single knock, I decided to step inside and not wait for him to invite me in. The king sized bed was right next to the door, allowing me to see a body underneath all the pristine white sheets. Cracking a smile, I quietly shut the door closed. I took a few, quiet steps until I reached his bed and sat on the side where he wasn’t sleeping. The sheets were covering him from head to toe, I couldn’t help but admire how adorable he looked when he was sleeping.
How creepy am I, I thought and rolled my eyes right after, I’m sure he didn’t mind. I could hear his soft snores echo in the room, it caused me to chuckle and Justin stirred in his sleep, wrinkling his nose in confusion.
“5 more hours Oliver,” he groaned annoyingly, pushing me sleepily. “I’m hungover.”
“It’s me.” I giggled, touching his face with the palm of my hands.
“Mhmm.” He murmured, snaking his arm around my waist and pushing me closer to him. “Baby come here.” He pushed himself to the edge, leaving a large space for me to lay next to him. I sat upright and leaned on the headboard. He struggled to push himself next to me and the moment he did, his body leaned on mine and his head fell on my lap.
“I need an Advil.” He sleepily muttered. “Laney you really look good today.”
My left eyebrow rose. “Oh really?” I received a nod and a smirk from him. “You’re not complimenting me so I can go get Advil for you, are you?” I asked challengingly.
Pouting, Justin opened his eyes. “It was a real compliment but I would appreciate if you get me Advil.”
I shook my head, my eyebrows knitting together. “You should stop drinking for a while Justin.” I suggested.
Justin’s loud sigh was heard. “I don’t want to.”
“So you can stop, but it’s your choice to get drunk every day and sometimes around your little girl?”
“Yeah.” He said uneasily, pushing himself off my lap. “Please stop talking about this.”
“Justin no, I think----”
He cut me off and sat upright suddenly. “Laney, I said I don’t want to talk about it.” He hissed, his hands holding his head.
“I love spending time with you when you’re sober. I hate it when we talk and the next day, you don’t remember a thing.” I admitted, pushing myself up from the bed. “You’re ruining your life! You keep complaining how fucked up your life is and yet, you’re the one fucking it up.” I yelled while walking to the door. “Just… just don’t talk to me unless you’re sober.”
