Sanity || j.d

45

Can we talk? Oh god. Not another serious meeting where we end up doing things we both regret. I rolled over and clumsily fiddled with my phone, trying to figure out who it was from.

Josh, do you always have to mess with my sleeping pattern?

You weren’t going to get any sleep anyway. Get over here. Okay then Mr. Bossy. Although he may have been right, but no. I wouldn’t let him have that advantage; knowing that.

Lazily, I pulled myself out of bed and over to the window, stretching before climbing out and jumping over, to where the window on his side was already open.

“You took your time.” He mumbled in the darkness.

I rolled my eyes and stumbled over to his bed, sitting, then lying down on it, pulling the covers around me.

“As I was saying-”

I cut him off before he could continue. “Talk in hushed tones please. Some of us are trying to get some sleep.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. “But, before I was so rudely interrupted, I wanted to talk to you.”

“You’re doing that right now.” I commented. “And you’re doing a pretty good job of it too.” I sniggered.

He jabbed me in the side and I let out a squeal. “Would you shush and let me finish, please?” Josh sounded kind of desperate now. I sat up and turned to look at him sitting cross-legged on the bed, anxiously running his hands through his hair.

“Is something wrong?” I asked softly.

He nodded slowly. “I... but you wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

He worried me sick more times than I cared to ever admit.