Compulsions (Kellic & Cashby)

Chapter Five

Alan's POV

I was laying in bed, the clock showing that it was three in the morning. I don't know why I couldn't sleep. Everything in the house was clean, the doors were locked and everything was just all in order. All I wanted was sleep. It was like I was never going to sleep again. I let out a sigh and sat up in bed.

"Why can't I sleep!?" I asked the room.

I stood up and grabbed a sweater before heading to the roof of the building. I didn't know why I was so restless but I honestly couldn't handle it. I hated when I had nights like this, they weren't as often as when I was younger but they sucked. It was like no matter what I did, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

When I reached the roof I propped the door open so it didn't lock on me. I took a seat close to the edge and let out a sigh, rubbing my face.

"Just let me sleep!" I shouted out into the darkness. I groaned and fell back onto the ground. I looked up at the stars, looking for the constellations. I quickly spotted Andromeda and smiled a little. Maybe this stuff could help me get tired. I continued looking around the sky at different constellations, not finding many because of all of the city lights but it didn't matter anyway, I still wasn't getting tired.

I sat up from the ground and jumped when I heard a voice.

"Is someone up here?" A guy who I quickly recognized the voice as Austin, asked.

"It's me." I said seeing his tall figure appear.

"What are you doing up here?"

"Can't sleep, sleep, sleep."

"Oh, me neither," he said and sat down next to me.

I shrugged, "Why can't you?"

"I can't stop thinking about our almost kiss. What about you?"

"Oh maybe that's it then."

"What?"

"That's probably why I, I, I can't sleep."

"Oh," he said and moved around a bit so he could sit with his legs hanging over the ledge.

Our feet dangled over the edge of the complex as the wind blew on our skin. Austin's hand was on mine and I sat there somewhat content with life.

"Hey Al, can I ask you something?" Austin said breaking the silence we shared.

I nodded, "What is it?"

"Every time I try to ask you out and you reject me you always say you're complicated. What makes you so... complicated?"

"I have severe OCD and a, a, a lot of my relationships have ended over it because of, of, of myself letting it overwork and come over me. Then the guys also get annoyed with it over so long." I explained.

"How long have you had it?"

"Since forever." I said and shrugged.

"That's not fun."

"I know, trust me, I know."

"So what are you doing here sitting on the edge of a building?"

I didn't answer for a minute, "Do you know how easy it would be to just jump?"

"Don't talk like that, doing something like that would be making a huge mistake on your part."

"I don't believe that for a second."

"You should. You got a lot of people who care about you and I don't think throwing all that away would be worth it." He said giving my hand a light squeeze.