Psychotic (L.T)

Thirty-Four

The sun was beaming through the blinds as the morning approached them, and Laurent was the first one to wake up. He felt like something was off, and at first he didn't know where he was. He sat up slowly and he looked around the room for a minute before it hit him. They were in Georgia now, and the events from last night flooded through his mind. The first thing he thought about was his argument with Alana. He wondered if she still remembered.

Of course she did, he thought.

He looked to his left so see that she was sound asleep, with light snores coming from her parted lips. He smiled and he pushed a strand of hair out of her face, making her stir in her sleep a little bit. He could see her eyes open a little bit, then they shut again.

"You awake baby?" He asked softly.

"No," she mumbled. Laurent laughed and he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

"Wake up," he said, poking her a little. She groaned in response and she grabbed the blankets, covering herself with them in a child like manner.

"Please? I want to talk to you," he whined, lying back down on his side. "Please?"

"Fine," she said, opening her eyes fully. She scooted over to him and she rested her head on his chest, yawning quietly. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to say I'm sorry for not listen to you yesterday," he sighed. "Is it okay of you tell me what you was going to say?"

Alana nodded slowly and she rubbed her face a little, sighing. "I said yes and no because of two reasons. I said yes because what if one day you just get mad enough to the point where you snap? Then I said no because you've come this far, and you've been pretty good at handling it. Although me slapping you was uncalled for, I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay," he chuckled, playing with her hair. "I will stop talking about things like that, though. I feel like the more I think or say it, it just keep me down. I know I won't make no more progress if I keep dwell on it. And I will listen to you more. I don't know, yesterday I just shut down. I'm sorry for that."

"It's alright, baby," she smiled, rolling over so that she was lying on top of him. "Both of us were in the wrong, but from here at least we can grow, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "Can I get a kiss?"

"No, you have morning breath."

"You do, too," he grinned as she sat up on top of him. "Please?"

"Mmm, after we brush our teeth okay?" She said, climbing off of the bed.

"Okay," he said, following her.

They both stretched a little before leaving the room, going straight into the bathroom that was on the right. They closed themselves inside and Alana looked through the small cabinets, trying to find any spare toothbrushes. At their old house, they always kept extra toothbrushes and whatnot just in case they had guests, and she hoped the habit stayed with them.

Fortunately, it did and Laurent watched as Alana ripped open a pack of toothbrushes, handing one to Laurent.

"What is this?" He asked, twisting the small thing in his hand.

"A toothbrush," Alana chuckled, taking one out for herself. "You don't like it?"

"It's pink and it have a bear on it," he mumbled. "I don't like it at all."

Alana laughed as she turned on the faucet, making sure the water was lukewarm. She grabbed a tube of toothpaste and she squirted some on the brush she had. Hers looked more "manly" than Laurent's and he attempted to grab it, but she snatched it away, looking up at him playfully.