Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

Lonely Mornings

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J E N N A
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A sharp knocking abruptly woke me from my sleep. It hadn't been particularly restful anyways, so I wasn't too annoyed at the disturbance.

"Ugh," I mumble to myself.

Sitting up, it took me a few seconds to realize that I was lying on Harmon and Joshes couch. There was a white blanket draped across my legs, and as I stood up, it slid to the ground, pooling at my feet.

The sweater I'd slept in was getting incredibly hot, so I pulled it over my head and threw it off to the side, left only in a black tank top that I frequently wore to bed. The cool air kissed my skin, and I was pleased once more.

Glancing around groggily, I realize that my brother and his boyfriend were on the couch opposite of mine, fast asleep.

I watched Harmon shift restlessly in his sleep, his black hair tousled from who-knows-what. As soon as he did, Josh pulled him in closer, and they both stilled once more. It was heartwarming to watch — until the knocking started again, except louder this time.

Bang bang. Bang bang. Bang bang bang.

The noise was beginning to get on my nerves.

Walking over to Josh, I poked him on the forehead timidly. Was this even legal? Waking a celebrity up?

C'mon Jenna. Now isn't the time to get star-struck, I scolded myself.

When he didn't even move, I grabbed ahold of his shoulder and shook it. Without even opening his eyes, he swatted my hand away.

I took a step back and waited a few seconds, but Josh remained fast asleep. I groaned in frustration as the knocking turned into violent pounding.

BANG. BANG. BANG BANG. BANG BANG B-

"WAAAAIT!" I screamed at whoever was at the door, hoping it wasn't anybody too important. The knocking ceased.

Good riddance.

Making my way over to the front room, I attempted to part the blinds and peek outside. I didn't wanna accidentally let a stranger into Joshes house — God forbid it was a crazy fan who would take one good look at me, and then resort to sudden physical violence.

When my attempt at identifying the visitor failed due to a particularly leafy shrub blocking my vision, I walked over to the front door and debated on whether I should open it or not.

As soon as I put my hand on the doorknob, the whole thing came flying open and smacked me right in the face. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that my skull was smashed.

"Ow! Jesus Christ-"

Deep-black anger filled my veins, and, putting a hand up to my sore head, I glared at whoever had decided to assault me with the stupid door.

Messy brown hair. Forest fire eyes. Armband tattoos.

Fuck.

Seeing Tyler's surprised face did nothing to soothe my involuntary flash of anger. It went hand in hand with pain, and right now, I was seething.

"Oh, good god. I'm-"

"SHUT IT," I commanded as loudly as I could without shouting. Tyler's mouth was twisted into an innocent o-shape, and I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. As the aching on my head slowly subsided, so did my rage.