I woke up at the same time as always, with the same exhaustion as always, and the same Fifteen Seconds of Acceptable Complaining. But something was different.
Today I woke up on the couch with someone's arms holding me. I turned to see Dominic fast asleep.
The previous day's events came rushing back, and I tried to manuver myself out of his hold without waking him up. Unfortunately, I felt him stir.
"Hey," he said. "What time is it?"
"Four," I said.
"What are you doing up so early?" he asked.
I looked at his confused face with entertainment, watching him put it together.
"Could you watch Max while I go to work?" I asked.
"Of course," he said. "I can't believe I fell asleep here last night."
"Yeah, me neither," I agreed.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed an expired granola bar to eat while going to my bedroom.
I put on skinny jeans and a t-shirt before walking back out where Dominic was falling back to sleep.
"Oh-God, um, you don't have to stay. I'll call in sick and you can go home. I'm sorry. You're parents are probably worried," I said.
"They wouldn't care if I was gone for weeks without telling them where I was," he said. "Don't worry about it. Go ahead. I'll stay."
"Are you sure?" I asked, while he stood up. "I mean, seriously, I could just not go, it's fine."
He put his hands on either side of my face.
"Stop worrying about me. I'll be fine. Go to work. I'll be here when you get back," he said.
Dominic pressed his lips against my forehead.
"Go," he said. "And don't call in every fifteen minutes to check on everything."
I let out a sarcastic sigh.
"Just ruined my master plan," I said, feigning disappointment.
"Sorry," he said.
"Fine, but if there's anything wrong, call me," I said.
"I will," he said, bringing his face closer to mine.
I started to get lost in his gaze, through I was struggling. It was like someone who couldn't swim in water. I kept trying to come up, but the water pulled me under.
"Yeah, I-um- I have to go," I said, nodding. "Yeah, I'm gonna go."
Dominic dropped his hands, and stepped back.
"See ya later," he said.
I nodded, turning and walking towards the door. I had to slam into it five times before it opened.
"Why don't you just tell the land lord that the door's screwed up?" Dominic called.
"Cause then he would realize that my mom isn't living here and he'd kick me out," I said simply. "Bye."
I shut the door and walked out of the building to my car. I took a look at Dominic's Audi R8 with jealousy. Oh how I loved his car.
I slid into the driver's seat and headed off to Starbucks.
"Hey, Rusty?" I asked.
"Yeah?" he answered.
My shift was the hour before, but I stayed to help out.
"Could you babysit tomorrow?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. "Of course. How are you doing with everything?"
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Losing ControlTeen Fiction
Riannan's life was spent watching her five year old brother since her mother was too busy passing out at bars and hooking up with twenty-year olds to do it herself. Living in a run down apartment and working two jobs to stay there was hard work for...