Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

I'm Sorry (Sal x Reader)

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Wandering mindlessly around your house, with your feet recklessly stomping along the floor. The soft background noise created by the television in your living room was the only other sound in the house. You had forgotten to turn it off before attempting (and failing) to go to bed. With every step you took towards the kitchen, the hair tie capturing your hair in a loose bun slowly began to fall out. When it collided with the wooden floorboards, your hair messily pooled over your shoulders in knotty waves. Not caring enough to pick the hair tie up, you open the refrigerator doors, seeing vacant shelves and drawers. You knew you had to buy more food today, but your mind hasn't been paying attention to priorities such as those. The only thing your mind can focus on is Sal.

Because of his hectic lifestyle, he gets home at the time you're induced into a deep sleep. In the morning, he's gone before you wake up. Usually, he leaves a little note with something such as: 'I love you! xx' scribbled on it. At night, though, he comes home to dark rooms and empty hallways.

Whether it be filming on set or at a photoshoot, Sal is always thinking of you. At any break he's given, he texts you, calls you, just to make sure you know he loves you and misses you. Those small notions just barely carry you through the day. You've warmed up to the cold, unmade side of your shared bed, which is something you're aware you can't avoid.

Sighing, you glance at the nearby clock, seeing that it's close to midnight. As expected, there's no sight of Sal. Usually, you give up on the day at around eleven or earlier. Tonight, though, you just can't seem to go to sleep. You don't want to go to sleep. You want to see Sal.

Deciding it isn't best to sit around (because you'll probably doze off), you guide yourself to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Adjusting it to your preferred temperature, you begin to strip yourself of the shirt you had taken from Sal and the rest of your clothes. Relief washes over you, as the hot droplets splash against your skin, and you just stand in the water to elongate the sensation for as long as possible.

After rinsing and cleansing your body, you stop the shower. Carefully stepping out, you grab the nearest towel to quickly dry off, then you knot it around your body. You pace over to your bedroom, digging around for underwear in your dresser. Dropping the towel, you slip into your change of clothes and then put on another of Sal's shirts, when you hear the front door slam, causing you to flinch. You turn around to the alarm clock on your bedside table, seeing that only a mere thirty minutes have passed.

"Sweetheart?" Sal calls out. Without responding, you walk out of the bedroom and turn the corner that leads to the living room. There, you witness Sal looking at the television, the only thing giving the room light.

"Hi," You say.

At the sound of your voice, his head snaps to look at you. A soft smile appears on his face when he sees your figure clouded over with his very own t-shirt – one of his favourite ones, in fact. He loves seeing you in it, so you wear it whenever you can.

"Hi...why aren't you asleep? It's pretty late," He informs.

You two make no urgent movements towards each other; you just stare at one another. It's as if you're meeting for the first time. You two sleep in the same bed together every night, yet you're acting as if you barely know your names. Those sheets, unmade and messy, are the only thing separating you two; they're creating the distance. Everything else supposedly keeping you apart is unavoidable –they aren't affecting you at all. It's the absence of Sal's warm body next to yours every morning when you wake up that is affecting you. There's an unspoken word filling the void separating you and Sal, and you refuse to speak it aloud.