Under pressure

28: No

Betty's POV       

The alarm clock goes on. Jug puts it off and I turn myself to face him. We usually sleep my back against his stomach, his arms around me.

"Hey," he whispers.

"Hi," I whisper back and kiss him over a long time.

He smiles after that and I rest my head onto his chest. He kisses my hair.

"How are you feeling?" he asks tiredly after the whole night of me waking up after every hour.

"Bad," I mumble.

"You're staying home, right?" he asks.

I look up at him, "Would your dad let me?"

"He'd let you do anything," he says.

I don't really smile, but my lips for something, knowing it's true.

"What's the time?" I ask.

"7," he says and sighs, "I should go."

I look up at him, "Sorry for keeping you awake," I say sadly.

He smiles, "I'd do absolutely anything for you," he says.

Now it's a real smile. "I love you," I say.

"I love you too," he says and kisses my forehead.

He moves out of the bed and I pull his pillow into my arms, so that I'd have something to hug with his smell. I'm already wearing his shirt.

"You sleep, okay? And when you get hungry, go downstairs. Dad said he won't go anywhere today."

I nod. He kisses my hair and I snuggle my face into his pillow and try to sleep.

*Time pass, 12PM* 

I wake up and look around. No one is here. I look at the clock. 12.

I slowly sit up on the bed, trying to supress the headache I have from crying all night. Also, my stomach is basically roaring and wants to get some food.

I get up, trying not to fall, walk to our closet, and pull out one of my hoodies. I pull it over my head and then put my hands into the pocket in front and slowly go downstairs.

It's quiet in here. I go into the living room and no one is here. I guess they're at work, school and other stuff.

"Hey," I hear Chic saying behind me.

I turn around slowly and see the tireness in his eyes as well. I walk to him and hug him. He hugs me back with a sigh and kisses my hair.

"Did you get any sleep?" he asks.

"Yeah. Especially in the morning," I say.

He nods, "Me too. Hungry?" he asks sadly.

I nod slowly. We go into the kitchen.

"Hey," I say to FP and Jordan.

"Wow, see, I told you you got more sleep than the others," FP says to Jor.

I smile at that a little and open the fridge. I take out a can of coke and then a bag of Australian chips from the cabinet.

"Wow, great breakfast," FP says.

"I'm stress eating," I smirk, making them smile.

I open the bag of chips. Chic wants to take one, but I hit his hand away.

"Get your own fans from Australia," I say and now they laugh at me.

I look at him with a tired smirk. He's pouting.