Los Angeles; ksimon

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"The fuck are you looking at?" I hiss at JJ as he watches me walk out of the bathroom with only a towel around my waist- immediately crossing my arms over my body self consciously.

"Nothing." He says and looks away- still stealing small glances as I run a hand through my wet hair, shaking the water out.

I roll my eyes and look around for my bag with clothes before realising I had left it at the airport, meaning I had nothing to change into.

"Damn it." I sigh out frustratedly and rub my temples- catching JJ's attention again as he looks at me.

"What?" He asks as he flips through the channels on the tv, stopping once he finds some random movie.

"I left my bag with my clothes at the airport." I groan out and rub my face with my hands- sighing heavily.

"You can borrow some of mine, they're over there." He says nonchalantly- motioning over to his bag in the corner before focusing back on the movie playing.

I hesitate before going to search through his bag for something to wear- it's better than nothing I guess.

I grab some shorts and a hoodie before stepping back into the bathroom- taking my towel off and pulling them on me.

Both of them are too big- but they'll do for now until I can get more of my own.

"You look nice." JJ says smugly once I walk out, laughing at my disgusted reaction to his compliment.

"Fuck off." I scoff and clamber onto the bed next to him, turning off the lamp and getting under the covers- glad to have a warm bed to sleep in.

"You going to sleep?" He mumbles and shuts the tv off, getting under the covers next to me- moving as far away from me as he can to give me some space.

"Yeah." I mumble and frown at the loss of his body warmth- biting my lip and turning to face him.

"You okay?" He asks in a gentle tone, sitting up slightly to look at me and running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah." I repeat and nod my head- turning to face away from him again and pulling my hoodie sleeves over my hands, holding them up to my face and breathing in the scent of JJ.

I hear him lay back down and get comfortable before slowly falling asleep, his breathing evening out as he relaxes.

I try my best to fall asleep but my mind keeps racing- and suddenly all I can feel is regret.

I left my family, I left Cal, and for what? Just to live out some silly dream of getting to Los Angeles?

What Cal and I had was good- it was great, and then I had to go and ruin it.

Before I realise it tears are falling out of my eyes and streaming down my cheeks, soaking the end of my sleeves as I wipe them away.

"Fuck." I hiss out and sit up abruptly, pulling my knees to my chest and resting my face in my hands- trying to muffle the sound of me crying.

"Simon? Fuck, are you okay?" JJ's voice is groggy as he speaks before he cautiously places a hand on my shoulder.

"I fucked up. I fucked everything up like I always do!" I cry out and wrap my arms around my legs- resting my head in between my knees and crying quietly.

He gets rid of his hesitation and wraps his arms around me fully, trying his best to comfort me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks softly and I shake my head- thankful that he doesn't pry as I lean back into his touch, calming down a little bit.