𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕//𝕞𝕔𝕪𝕥 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝙏𝙀𝙉

ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ

I've shared beds with plenty of people. Back in third grade, I had a sleepover with the neighbors and I shared a bed with their son and daughter. Sixth grade was Kacey Stewart's birthday and I had to awkwardly bunk with her brothers since her bedroom was overrun with so many kids. But still, I fell asleep relatively easily that night.

I was practically sweating, sleeping in the same bed as Tommy. Maybe it was because I haven't had a sleepover in over five years. Or maybe it was because Tommy was a very touchy person and it scares me that he likes being close to me. Mom didn't really give me hugs, even before the divorce. It was... oddly scary that he was so willing to be that platonic with me.

I laid against the cool wall, my back against the pillow stack we made to keep ourselves in our respective sides. I listened to Tommy shuffle, my eyes shut as I tried to lull myself to bed.

Dude, just go to bed. You're gonna annoy him. I bet you're keeping him awake.

I bit my own tongue, opening my eyes to the darkened room. This sucks.

"Hey." Tommy suddenly said my name, inadvertently waking me up even more. I sat up slightly, peering over the pillows and seeing him laying on his back, already looking at me. "I can't sleep."

Maybe that's your fault--

"Me neither." I admitted, crossing my arms on the pillow and looking down at him. He sighed heavily, rubbing at his face. His eyes landed on the clock across the room, reading the time.

"It's only twelve." He mumbled, fingers rapping against his forehead. "I'm bored."

"Me too." An easy silence fell over us and we just stared absentmindedly at random spots in the room. Tommy suddenly jerked to sit up, making me jolt away.

"Go find a sweater and put on your shoes." Was all he said before he scrambled from his bed, quietly but swiftly leaving down the hall. I scrunched my face but did as he said, walking up to his closet and looking for a hoodie. Finding a grey one with the Adidas logo on it, I slipped it over myself and went for my phone, turning on the flashlight. I searched for my tennis shoes, finding them hidden under my duffel bag full of items.

As I crept down the stairs, I heard the sound of cabinets being opened and shut. Tommy was muttering to himself the entire time, looking at me when I turned the corner.

"Sorry, I'm just looking for it. Do me a favor and wait out front." I nodded, not even questioning him and slowly opening the door. I sat on the porch step, looking at the quiet street and feeling the coolness of the night. It had rained earlier in the day, meaning that there was a layer of water covering everything.

It felt oddly peaceful as I stared out, losing myself in the oddly bittersweet wind that I felt against my body. I leaned against the railing, hands wrapping to rest on my knees.