Alleyway BxB

XX (It's A Date)

SUNDAY, 21 OCTOBER
MARCELLO LOCKHEART

"Hey." It was Nathan. "Wake up."

I didn't think so. I didn't know what time it was, and I was not interested in opening my eyes to find out. All I knew was that my body was telling me to go back to sleep.

In a moment, I thought—meant to say it out loud, I tried to tell him, but it fell out in a mess of unintelligible mumbles made worse by the pillow pressed against my face.

"What?" Nathan questioned while he shook me a little. "Get up." He grabbed my wrists and tugged me up into a sitting position, but my eyes remained closed. I just couldn't find the strength to open them, like I was lifting something too heavy.

I couldn't remember anything from the night before, other than scrambling around in the dark, desperately trying to climb into bed. I remembered too all the dialogue and screenplay from the section of script we were going to film first for Monday. I was up all night trying to hammer it in to not have to worry too much about it later. It was by far the worst way to do things, but it's what happened when I let myself get distracted.

The hold on my wrists began to weaken and I could feel myself falling back again. I welcomed it, let myself succumb to the pull of gravity. I always found gravity interesting.

You can't beat gravity, without it, you could jump and fly off perpetually in a single direction forever and nothing would be there to stop you-

I fell back, head banged against the headboard of the bed in a loud thud. It wasn't hard enough to hurt me, not at all, but it did wonders to wake me up. Though, instead of getting out of bed, I rolled onto my stomach and clutched the back of my head as I groaned about it. The aesthetically pleasing bed frame just had to be wooden. Solid and unforgiving. Pleasing to the eye but not so much to the head. This was not the morning I intended to have.

Was it morning?

"Marcello!"

There was a weight on my lower back now and I knew he just hopped onto me. Honestly, I was quite proud of him. Every day he was getting a little more energetic in his movements and a little less sore. Since Wednesday, he had been in the house gym every day with Cameron, Jaxon, Carter, and Ryder. On my script breaks, I loved to peek in on them just to watch him bench or do practically anything in general. There was something hypnotising about the way his arms flexed at every push upwards. I could watch him go on for hours.

"It's already noon," Nathan whined. Moving my hands aside, he replaced them with a kiss of his own. "This is your last day. You said we could spend the day together. I wanted to take you out."

That was right. I did say that I was going to spend the day with him.

In fact, I promised it.

Positioning my arms on either side of myself, I pushed myself up. Twice my own weight turned into just my own and I was glad that he slid himself off willingly.

I sat up, but this time on my own accord. I yawned, shook off the fatigue, and performed an entire stretch routine—all while Nathan watched on from beside me. "You're taking me out? I like the sound of that."

"I bet you do," Nathan hummed. "After all, I am paying."

I snorted. "Paying," I mocked as I stood up and walked into our wardrobe. "That's cute, Nate. What type of place are we going to?" I pulled out a button-up, and a regular hooded jacket. "Are we talking class or are we talking... casual? I can't think of a word that rhymed but you understand."

"Class," Nathan answered as he plucked the jacket from my hands to hang it back on the rack. "Hurry up and take a shower. We leave in an hour."

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