Let Me Love You

You Monster

2:48 am

"Isaac, this better be good or else I'm hanging up and coming to rip your damn head off for waking me up in the middle of the night," I growl through the microphone of my phone, the bright light of the screen making me wince in the darkness of Brett's room.

"Well, if you'd let me try to explain instead of ripping my head off or yelling at me, it would be good but instead I might just leave you alone," I can just hear the eye roll in his tone.

"That'd be great, really."

"Yeah, no."

I groan and flop over onto my back, throwing my arm over my eyes, "Isaac, seriously. This couldn't wait until the morning?"

"No, because Jackson is going to kill all of us. Or maybe Gerard... Both really, because Gerard controls Jackson now that Matt is dead."

"Can we not just sacrifice Peter and have this all be over with?"

"I heard that!" Peter yells in the background.

"I've been gone for less than 24 hours and you all have already gotten yourselves into a shit show," I complain, allowing Brett to flip over and pull me closer to him in his sleep, "Do I really need to babysit you?"

He pauses, "Possibly."

"Can I at least get some sleep before I drive back there?" I groan, running my hand over my face in frustration.

"I mean I guess, but if we're dead when you get back don't say I didn't warn you!"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

"Why aren't you answering anyone's calls anyway?" He questions, genuinely being curious about my sudden absence.

"Because Scott pissed me off by playing buddy with Gerard, so I don't really want to talk to him right now and Derek told me to leave."

"Okay... So I'm the only one who hasn't pissed you off just yet." I can hear the puppy dog smile in his voice, making me involuntarily roll my eyes.

"You're pissing me off by calling in the middle of the night."

"I think you'll get over it... If you don't rip my head off first."

"Yes, now goodnight. I'll let you know when I'm on my way back."

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The next morning I wake up by quite literally landing on the floor with a loud thud. I pop up like the fucking Energizer bunny, looking back to the bed where Brett is sprawled out over the entire mattress - leaving me zero room to get back in.

"Bitch," I mutter under my breath, quickly putting my hair into a messy bun to get it off of my neck, before standing up to look for my phone to check the time. It's barely 11:45 am, too fucking early for anything if you ask me. Even if it is almost noon. I drop my phone back onto the bed near Brett's head and leave him to sleep while I go make coffee in the kitchen.

Once my coffee is nice and hot, I head back to Brett's room to get ready for the day. I set the mug on the bathroom counter, pull a change of clothes out of my bag, and change into them.

"Are you really leaving this early?" Brett groans from his bed, rolling over onto his back to look at me.

"Unless you can find a way to help my brother and his pack takedown a whole ass kanima I think I do need to go home..." I say defeatedly, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"This sucks," he says, sitting up on the side of the bed running his hands over his face.

"Majorly," I respond, moving to sit next to him and run my hand over his shirtless back. All of a sudden, I'm getting buried in the blankets like a damn burrito.