Fight Me

Chapter 5

Clayton's POV

"You live here?" Were the first words that tumbled from my mouth when I saw the complex that Jessica called 'home'.

"Yeah, I know it's not much, but it's all I-my family could afford." She offered and led us up the steps and unlocked the door.

When I walked in I half expected a messy, dirty, and smelly apartment. But when I strolled in the room I was pleasantly suprised.

There was a small black couch on top of the dark wood flooring, a white rug was placed in front of it and a small wooden coffee table with some books stacked neatly on it was on top of it.

The walls were a pastel yellow and had some posters of different pieces of art pinned to it. The kitchen was clean and bright, a small herb garden was on the window sill above the sink and all the appliances were a sleek black.

There was a small wooden table with white stands and four chairs place neatly around it that were all different styles and colors. In the center was a vase of flowers and a basket of different pastries.

There was a small washer and dryer stacked on top of each other in the next room and a small ironing board next to it with a stack of clothes neatly folded on top of it.

Then, there was on bedroom that's door was slightly cracked open, I decided to take a peek inside. It had clean white walls with music posters pasted to the wall and a neatly made bed that had white sheets.

On either side of the bed were medium brown bookcases that went up to the ceiling that were filled with hundreds of books.

In between the cases were to strings of bulb lights that were lit and they set a light gold glow to the room. On the side walls were medium sized windows with a planter filled with bright flowers.

"Guys?" a voice called from down the hall.

I quickly shut the door and walked down the corridor and met her and the other guys at the end.

"Hey, how long are you guys planning on staying?" she asked and quirked up an eyebrow.

"Uh, well, we actually were wondering if we could stay the night, make sure that the guys don't come back." Easton akwardly suggested.

"Oh, um, sure." She said and went to a closet, coming out with an arm full of blankets and pillows.

"Um, one of you can sleep on the couch and I have a blow up mat-" she began but Elliot's cries cut her off mid sentence.

"I'll take care of him." I told her, she looked at me for a moment, like she was studying me.

"Um, okay, I'll get out the blow up mattress." She told us and went back in the closet.

I followed the sound of Elliot's whines and it led me to a white door, slightly cracked open.

I nudged the door open and looked in the room.

There was light blue walls with a few shelves filled with kid books were hung. There was a small sofa, a crib, and a changing table along the walls.

I walked over to the crib and gently picked up Elliot.

I cradled his small crying frame in my arms and he soon fell back asleep, making tiny snoring sounds.

I set him back in the crib and went back out to the living room.

I was amused to see the guys sitting on the mattress with Jessica in between them watching an episode of Bob's Burgers on Netflix.

They sang along with the characters on the screen and laughed.