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♫"you got me nervous to speak, so I just won't say anything at all"♫ -Nervous, The NBHD
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(y/ns pov)
My eyes flutter open to the moonlight seeping through the window. Semi-confused and still sleepy, I become more clearer of my surroundings. I'm still in the living room from what I could tell. I start to observe my surroundings more as I see Walker sleeping on the other side of Leah's couch.
I look for my phone to check the time. It was 12:56am, close to 1am. I guess everyone is asleep. I thought to myself. I try to recall the last moments before I went to sleep earlier.
I started to remember that I had a nightmare a few hours ago and that I was laying in someone's arms before I went back to sleep. I wonder who it was?
I also noticed a blanket on top of me but I don't remember having one over me when I went back to sleep. I looked back over to Walker sleeping. Did Walker do that...? No of course not. He's too bitchy to be doin nice shit for me.
Soon, my stomach started to growl, signaling that I needed some food. Well, I havent eaten since like around 9 so I decided to get me something to eat. I removed the blanket from over me and carefully got up to go to the kitchen.
I walked up to the fridge and opened the door, hoping to find something I could snack on real quick. Hmmm, poptarts sound nice. I commented in my head. Hopefully Leah doesn't mind cause I was starving. I take out a box of cinnamon poptarts and took a pack out. I would heat them up in the toaster, but I didn't want to make a lot of noise.
I try to open the pack up but I then drop them. "Shit." I spoke silently. I bent down to pick up the poptart but as soon as I looked up, I saw Walker leaning against the kitchen island.
I get startled and dropped the poptarts again. "Damn Walker, you know how to fucking scare someone to death." I spoke while clutching onto my chest. "Well, I am batman." He said joking. My facial expression showed me wearing a straight face, clearly showing that I was not amused by his joke.
He gave an awkward smile before talking again. "Why are you up so late?" He asked while yawning. "Minding my own business." I spoke sternly while picking back up my poptart. "Ok ok, no need to be rude." He scoffed. I sighed to myself. I guess I was being a little rude to him when he didn't even do anything.
"Wait." I said before he headed back to the living room. He turned around to face me again. "I'm sorry, I'm just... not really feeling good. Ever since you know, the whole thing with my dad, it's just tiring." I explained.
