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chapter ten━valentine's day massacre season six, episode fourteen
❝ what would the fun be if i told you everything straight away?❞
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Aliya jolted awake — having a throw pillow hurtled at your face in the early hours of the morning seemed to have that sort of effect.
Rubbing her face with her hand, she blinked at the outline of the person stood still in her doorway, more like the person she was going to add to her hit list.
"Shove over." Alex nudged her shoulder, causing the still half-asleep woman to roll over across her bed to make room, landing face down into her pillow that muffled her frustrated groan. She felt the weight of the bed shift as Alex led on his back beside her, hands rested on his chest.
"What time is it?" Aliya mumbled, barely audible as she spoke directly into the pillow, not bothering to move even though she was struggling to actually breathe.
"Four thirty." Alex replied in a casual manner, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.
The brunette shuffled in the bed, her legs fighting with the sheets as she jolted upright, looking at the man beside her as if he had just committed a crime.
"Four thirty? In the morning?Are you kidding me?" Aliya placed a palm on her head in frustration, stifling a tired yawn. "Too early to function without coffee. Too early to function without coffee."
In one swift motion, she grabbed the pillow and shoved it on top of her head with a disgruntled groan.
"In the afternoon, Aliya." Alex corrected his friend after seeing the look on her face. "We worked the night shift last night. You remember that, right?"
The brunette made a face, peeking out from behind the pillow she had crammed on top of her head. "Days and nights just kind of mush together."
"You wanna go in early?" Alex looked down at the lump in the duvet which was Aliya, frowning.
Today was a day that Alex and Aliya shared a mutual hatred of, as of lately. It was the day they had ultimately been dreading, because nothing was worse than being surrounded by happy couples when your own love life was a glorified train wreck.
The day in question was more formally knows as Valentine's Day, and the two friends purposefully chose the night shift for the previous day, so at least they could skip the majority of the day by sleeping through it.
They could list all the cliché reasons as to why they hated the day, but they would be there for hours. The main reason though was at the end of the day, love sucked a great deal of the time. And, after recent life events (divorce's, adultery, tequila), they had become toxic cynics.
