𝐨𝐡, 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 .

022 - sleepover pt. 2

my eyes slowly open with an annoyed face. why can i never seem to fall asleep aghhh. I sit up in bed and grab my mini lavender-light-flashlight. I leave my room with my phone in my hand playing some music from my "nighttime" playlist ~ just a bunch of cute & chill songs. I make my way to the stairs, slowly creeping down- trying not the wake anyone. crackkkk FUCK YOU STAIRS! I tip-toe into the kitchen, opening the fridge. I pour myself a cup of water and two un-heated soft tortilla shells ~ agh, comfort food! I took my food with me to the dining room, tip-toeing on the wood- hoping it wouldn't crack and wake up Layla and Jack. phewwww! I made it! the music was turned down to the second-lowest notch of volume, but i heard someone move around on the mattress in the next-door-room. shit. i heard the door open- i don't know who it was but i pretended like i wasn't there- so i sank down in my position on the bench next to the window i was looking out of, taking bites out of my tortilla shell, anxiously looking over in the dark to catch a glimpse of their face. Wyatt. i can't tell if he sees me or not but i keep pretending.

"Hazel? is that you?" i hear Wyatt whisper on the other side of the room.

"ummm.... yeah..."

"what the heck are you doing- is that a tortilla?!"

"ummm.... yeah..."

"and you're sitting here in the dark by yourself, listening to music, just eating?"

"ummm.... yeah..."

"what the heck?!"

"i couldn't sleep. it happens a lot... what about you- why are you up?"

"uhh... i had to go to the bathroom..."

"oh okay. you better go then."

"oh yeah" he says walking away.

the whole moment getting awkward. except it got even more awkward when the toilet flushed.

he walked out and stood there and we looked at each other awkwardly in the silence. until i burst out laughing. so did he. and he came over by me on the bench.

"hi."

"heyyy. so who's all upstairs with you?"

"no one."

"really?! no one wanted the bed?!"

"yeah i know! -also just to let you know, that mattress in there will make your back stiff."

"oh good to know! then can i take Chloe's bed?"

"uh, surrrre. hopefully you don't mess up her wall of stuffed animals"

"oh my god i used to always do that!"

"me too hahah! ...but they would always fall in between the wall and my bed... and be lost forever." I say

"poor Fuergeson." says Wyatt

"who's that?!"

"my stuffed llama"

"oh my god hahahahah" "i remember losing my pink bunny- well it was a puppet actually"

"what?! haahha"