Depths •||• scomiche

40.

the next morning when i woke up scott wasn't in the bed.

"scotty?" i called out, still half asleep.

no response.

where is he?

when i started walking up a bit more i could hear the shower running.

he's probably in there.

at least i hope he's in there.

who else could be in there?

stop making yourself scared.

i turned around and got my phone from the floor next to the hotel bed, because for some reason there wasn't a nightstand there.

i got it out of the charger and turned it on to see if i got any messages.

i had some from troye.

ozzie:
how'd it go?

seeing as you're not responding i assume it went well

daddy:
it went alright

he's still sad

but we talked

not gonna get into the details too much if that's okay

ozzie:
ofc!

glad you talked

daddy:
me too

ozzie:
so are you gonna stay there till saturday?

daddy:
don't know

maybe

i have no idea

ozzie:
lemme know

because i want to hang out w/ you and scott

and jacob does too

daddy:
yeah i'll let you know

the shower stopped running.

daddy:
i think scott's coming so gtg

ozzie:
tell him i said hi

daddy:
okay

ozzie:
see ya m8

i turned off my phone and stared at the bathroom door, waiting for scott to come out.

-

i fell asleep again.

i didn't want to

but i did.

so i woke up, seeing scott laying next to me on his back, doing something on his phone.

i turned to my side, facing his way.

he looked away from his phone to his side, seeing me being awake and stuff.
"good morning. well, more like like 1 pm." he laughed.

"seriously? 1 pm?" i asked, pretty mad at myself. how the fuck did i sleep until 1 pm?

"it's fine, babe. it's not like we can't do anything anymore." he smiled.

he seems HAPPY.

yes.

i hope it's not a fake happy.

"i guess, yeah." i shrugged.
"how are you feeling?" i asked, hoping i'd hear something good.