Putting forward my emotions, I remained awake during the time Brian had left.
Heat blasting, it provoked me to fall back asleep- but I declined it. He wanted me awake, for a reason I was too tired to understand.
Mumbling words to myself, I leaned my head against the cold window.
Raising my head, my eyes observed the miniature shop. Groaning, I squinted- seeing a few men standing idly by outside of the supply store.
Turning my head away, my lanky body threatening to fall back asleep- as soon as my eyes closed, in frustration I sat up completely.
Fixing the wreck in my hair, I cleared my blocked throat. In dying need of water, I looked around the parked vehicle- he had nothing?
Maybe that's why he's in the store.
"Damnit Brian." I mumble, feeling the scratchy mess of my windpipe.
Rubbing my eyes, I leaned over to the radio- attempting to read the blurred time. A few attempts of saying it back in my head, I realized I couldn't get it right.
My poor perception was causing me to become vexed, I sent my head backwards until it hit the seat- I waited.
My patience running very low when he wouldn't return.
So I began to count, not only to keep track but to also keep me awake, closing my eyes- I started.
"1,2,3,4-"
As the pattern kept going, my pulse began beating harder- I felt it in my wrist.
My heart flickered, uneasiness taking over as I continued to count. Apprehension taking over.
Feeling so disquiet, I wasn't sure why.
A part of me wanted to get up and enter the store, another part of me told me to stay and wait. But, what if he doesn't come back?
My life would be basically saved.
Debating the options in my head, I heard loud voices approach me. Those men were walking over here.
Letting my fingers press down on the lock, it clicked- suggesting it was now locked, although I kept my focus in front of me- so they wouldn't find my suspicious.
I might just be overreacting but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
When those voices faded, I sighed in relief. Two palms emerged from the dark, leaning against the glass.
Jumping and leaning away from it, a burst of deep,loud,hearty laughter broke out.
Breathing rather fast, due to the sudden scare. I was both bewildered and frightened. When the hands rubbed away the fogginess of the window, his face showed.
Drunk as he may seem, I was fairly fearful of him. Arms grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back.
"That's not our car David!" Someone said.
"Are you sure? I thought I saw Ashley in there?" He responded.
"No you just scared a random girl.." they mumbled.
When he bursted out another obnoxious laugh, I calmly moved back to my seat. Their voices turning into silence.
I just want sleep.
Hearing one knob on the drivers side of the car, I pivoted my head. Assuming it was Brian, I unlocked the car.
With a plastic baggage in his hand, he sat down- sighing in frustration.
"Here take this please." He says, handing me the bag.
I looked through it, eyeing the delightful water he had got- I was so desperate for it.
Reaching my hands in, I grabbed it.
"I'm so thirsty right now Jesus Christ." I cursed, twisting the cap off and putting it to my lips.
"Yeah you were out like a light." He said, backing up the car.
The numbingly cold water sliding down my throat, I huffed in satisfaction.
"Don't drink too much at the same time, you're gonna end up having cramps." Brian warned, screwing the cap back on- I now felt wide awake.
"Are we stopping at some place to sleep?" I ask.
"Yeah, there should be a hotel not too far from here. We can spend a night or two there."
Nodding, I silently shared my excitement to sleep anywhere but a car. But that excitement was soon removed and nervousness pushed in.
Interacting with actual people wasn't a problem for me, it was the constant worry of being found by those people basically hunting us down.
"I haven't been to a hotel in like- years." Brian chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand slipping underneath the mask he wore, pulling it off- his hazel pigmented hair fluffed up.
I chuckled.
"What?" He asked with a smile.
"You have major bed head right now."
"I desperately need a shower." He mumbles.
Holding my nose and waving my hand, I said.
"Phew yeah you do."
"Like you smell any better." He joked, I defensively puts my hands up.
"Hey at least I took baths at the old house."
"Like they did anything." He murmured, I smacked his arm.
"Ow hey!" He let out a genuine laugh, huffing out the chuckles afterwards.
"I'm just saying, baths are useless- I will never take a bath, you're basically bathing in your own filth. It's gross!" He looks at me, giving him a look.
"It is!" He defends, I shook my head.
"It's not though, it's relaxing." I say.
"Weird." He mutters, taking a turn. We arrived to the hotel.
"I can't wait to sleep on a bed!" I stretched my arms out, groaning as my bones cracked from the tightly compacted space.
"Same." Brian opens his car door and I follow, still holding the bag in my hands. We then walk to the entrance, pulling the doors open- a women stood smiling at us at reception.
"Hi yes we didn't make a reservation but we'd like a room, do you have any space?" Brian places just hands on the counter area.
The women types into the computer by her side, a few moments of clicking and she responded.
"We do, we have a room on the third floor open."
"Great, we'd like to take that please." Brian fishing into his pockets, the women moved her mouse around.
"Names please?"
"Richard and McKenna." Brian interrupted me, I was about to say our real names- why make them up?
Not wanting to look confused, I nodded. She typed them in.
"How long would you like to stay?" She asks.
"Three nights."
"Alright, can I have your card number?" Brian exchange's information with her, as I wonder in the lobby. Glancing at the paintings hung up, they weren't very eye catching but I was bored.
Sitting down on one of the chairs, I grabbed at one of the magazines laying opened on the desk. Flipping threw it, Brian interrupted it.
"Alright let's go."
Smiling, I got up and followed him. The long hallways seemed to go on forever, we reached the elevator. Pressing the top button we waited for it to open, when it did we stepped inside.
The bright lights from the ceiling hurt my eyes, I tried keeping my attention down. But Brian tapped my shoulder.
"You alright?" He asks.
"Oh yeah the lights hurt my eyes haha." Covering my eyes with my hands.
"You have sensitive eyes." He says.
"Maybe it's the lights, your eyes might be-" I paused, not sure which word to use to describe it.
"Uh not sensitive."
"Not sensitive?" He asks, chuckling afterwards.
"You need to upgrade your vocabulary." He adds, the dinging of the elevator was quite loud. However, when the doors opened and we stepped out I uncovered my eyes, and I followed him.
"Finally we're here." He whispers, it is quite late at night- being loud wouldn't be very appropriate.
Shoving the card in the slot, the door unlocked and he pushed it open, allowing me to walk in first.
《Welcome to Is It Recording?.. Hoodie X Reader.》
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