3 am; joji miller

1.2

     The sun shone in brightly through the window. It glared off of the tv screen and directly into our faces. I sat up and shielded my eyes with my hand. I swung my legs over the bed and went to the bathroom.
   
     I came out to find George awake and up. "Hey," I said softly and stretched a little bit.
  
     "Hey," he said back as he slipped his shoes on. I gave him a questioning look. "After we call Ian, we should go out and get some of the few necessary things we need."
  
     "Do you want me to call Ian?" I asked. He nodded and I scooted over to the hotel phone.
  
     "What's his number?" I asked. George recited the numbers as if it was nothing, and I dialed them in. The phone rang a couple of times, but then he finally picked up. But it wasn't Ian.
  
     "Hello? George? Rose? Is that one of you?" Max's voice came across loud and clear.
  
     "Yeah, it's me. We're in Japan. Where's Ian?" I asked.
  
     "Well we're at your apartment building trying to convince them to let us in, but they won't. Is there anything you can do?"
  
     "Give Mrs. Mays the phone. She knows my voice," I instructed Max. He did as I said and gave Ian's phone to the woman that owned the building.
   
     "Hi Mrs. Mays. It's Rose. It's okay, you can give them a key. They need to send me a few things."
  
     "Oh, hi sweetie. Okay, I'm sorry. You can't be too careful these days," the older woman said into the phone.
  
     "Tell me about it," I mumbled slightly. George tapped my shoulder and mouthed that he was going to find out what the address of the hotel was. I nodded.
  
     "Rose? You there?" I heard Ian ask from the other line.
  
     "Hey Ian," I said. I don't know what it was, but hearing his voice made me want to cry. I sighed and held the tears back.
  
     "Just let me know what you need. We already got stuff from George's."
   
     "Just toss in some t-shirts and jeans. And maybe a sweatshirt," I said, not exactly sure what I wanted or needed.
  
     "That's it?" Ian asked, sounding concerned from the other side.
  
     "I can get a tooth brush and stuff here. Oh, can you toss in my wallet and bag. They should be in my room on my side table."
  
     "Yeah, of course." There was a pause for a second, but Ian started talking again. "I've got to ask. How are you doing? I know that this has got to be rough."
  
     The tears fell, but I kept myself from letting him know that. "Yeah, it's hard. But I'll work through it. I've had to go through harder things then this," I said, using the back of my hand to wipe away a tear.
   
     George came back in and saw me on the bed, crying silently. He sat down and wrapped his arm around me.
  
     "I know, I know. Just stay strong. We're here for you if you need us," Ian said. I heard Max yell from the background. "Yeah, we're right here!"
   
     "Thanks guys. Alright, George can give you the address. Oh! Don't forget to toss my phone and charger in there too," I said before handing the phone to George.
  
     He took the phone and started talking to Ian. I sat on the bed and leaned against George as he kept his arm around me. Eventually, he hung up after telling Ian bye. He hugged me closely and kissed the top of my head.
  
     "Alright, lets go and actually get us something that we can wear," he said, in a slightly more positive tone. I smiled up at him and stood up, him standing up after me.
   
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     We walked into a store that looked like it had some pretty interesting things in it. As we stepped inside, I looked around and immediately found the graphic tees and band tees.
   
     "How'd I know you go straight for those?" George said and chuckled slightly to himself. I shrugged and smirked as I saw a bunch of Japanese bands that I had never heard of. But then I managed to find a Gorillaz shirt. Don't ask me how, but I did. I grabbed it.
   
     "Yeah I'll have to get you into the music here," George said as he scanned through some of the men's graphic tees.
  
     "No promises. I grew up with the music I like and I plan to keep it that way," I said with a small chuckle. I looked at a few other shirts and picked up a plain, white tee. I also picked up a flannel that looked really comfortable.
   
     George walked to me, a couple of shirts in his arms as well. "You gonna get any other pants? I don't think those are gonna last you forever," he said referring to my pajamas.
   
     "Damn, I wanted to die in these," I said sarcastically. I walked over to another section of the store and found two pairs of jeans. One pair of black ripped jeans and a pair of regular, blue jeans.
  
     George grabbed a few more things and then we headed to the cash register. When George pulled out his card, I sighed. I know he doesn't want me to pay him back, but I'm going to have to or else my conscience is going to eat me alive.
   
     The lady put everything in one bag that George took and we walked out. "Alright, now necessities," he said as we walked to a small, convenient store. We went separate ways. I grabbed a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hairbrush.
   
      Once again we met at the register and he paid and we left. We made our way back to the hotel. We slipped the key into the door and walked inside. We set our bags down and separated our things. "I'm going to change. I need to get out of this," I said and sighed. He nodded in agreement. I grabbed the blue jeans and the plain white tee, along with my toothbrush and hairbrush. I went into the bathroom, changed, brushed my teeth, and took my hair down to brush it.
   
     A small knock on the door startled me a little bit. It was George. "Come in," I said as I finished up brushing one side of my hair.
  
     "Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat?" He asked and leaned against the bathroom sink.
  
     "I, uh..." I didn't really want to go anywhere else. I was still tired and I just wanted to stay in. 
  
     "Or we could order room service and rent a movie," he said and looked up at me. I smiled.
  
     "How are you affording all of this?" I asked and put my hands on my hips, facing him.
  
     "Don't worry about it. What kind of movie do you wanna watch?"
   
     I contemplated it for a second and then decided. "I'm down for a scary movie. Or a comedy. Or an action movie. I really don't care."
   
    "Alright, I'll find the first Scooby Doo. It's the best."
   
     "Sounds great," I said, playing along. I smiled at him.
   
     "What about some Stephen King? We could have a throwback day. 'Children of the Corn,' 'The Shining,' the original 'IT.' How about that?" He suggested.
  
     "That sounds absolutely amazing. I love Stephen King!" I said a little too excitedly. He laughed at my excitement and he left the bathroom, leaving me and my reflection. I looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed.