Chapter forty-six
As soon as that door shuts I feel the weight of everything that's happened. I'm so emotionally drained and physically worn out. It's so loud and crowded in here and I don't even have the energy to cry.
I don't think I can drive home. I need to sleep now. If only I could sleep in Matt's bed...
No. I decide to just crash here for the night. Even though, Matt's the only person, here that I know. I mean, there's Liam but I'm not quite comfortable with sleeping in his room. Who else?
Jon. I walk two doors down the hall to Jon's room. Its dark in there which means he's probably sleeping. I really shouldn't wake him up but I just don't have the energy to drive home. I need a bed. Now. I lightly knock on the door. No answer. I knock again and a few seconds later the door opens revealing a drowsy, ruffled Jon.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I need a big, big favor." he nods and smiles sleepily.
"What kind of favor?"
"I'm really, really tired right now and I drove here but I don't have the energy to drive back and I need somewhere to sleep," I tell him. He looks confused.
"Is Matt not in his room? I can call him if you want."
"No, umm...Matt and I....got into a fight."
"My God, what did he say?"
"Why do you assume it was him?"
"Cause' nine out of ten times it is."
"I'm sorry for waking you up. Its just....I'm pretty desperate right now."
"Oh, no problem. Come on in," he says and gestures into his darkroom. He walks in behinds me and closes the door. He shuffles over to a lamp and turns it on, squinting at the brightness. His room is very neat and tidy with minimal decorations. His bed sheets are a light blue color and his blanket is black. His desk is close to the door, with his laptop, books, and phone neatly organized on top. He has a baseball poster on his wall and besides that his room is bare. His room isn't messy like Matt's. Matt's room looks very....lived in while Jon's is very minimalistic and tidy.
"You can sleep in the bed. I'll go to sleep in Matt's room."
"Are you sure you want to go in there with him?"
"I'll be fine. I've seen him in some pretty dark times. Is he angry or something?"
"Umm....well, yeah, I guess. He's a lot of things right now." I tell him. Jon rubs the back of his neck.
"Well, whatever happened, he'll come to his senses. I just want you to know that even though he's a fucking jerk he really likes you."
"Huh. He sure doesn't act like it."
"He's like that with people. He has this thing that he does. He goes completely unemotional and it's scary. He's like that with his feelings. Very...guarded. He's told you more things about himself than he has a lot of people."
I stare at the floor awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"Well, I'll get going."
"I know this is probably pushing it but can I use your shower?" he rubs the back of his neck again.
"Yeah, go ahead. You don't have anything to wear, right?"
"Yeah." he goes into his closet, which is also very organized and pulls out a folded white towel.
"You can wear something of mine if you want." I take the towel.
"Yeah, thank you." he goes into his drawer and takes out a black t-shirt and some black sweatpants.
"Might be a little big." I take the folded clothes from his hands.
"Thank you," I say with a smile. He walks past me again to the closet and ever so gently, his arm brushes against mine. He gets a folded washcloth and hands it to me. "Thanks," I say again.
"Alright, I'm gonna go do some damage control. Lock the door behind you. In the morning I'll call you to let me in." I nod and smile.
"And thank you for letting me in. Its been really crazy today."
"I'd let you in any day," he tells me. "That's a really nice color by the way." I look down at my dress sheepishly.
"Oh yeah. Thanks." I say. He crosses his arms.
"Well, goodnight, Novah."
"Goodnight," I say with a smile. He turns and opens the door.
"Make sure to lock the door," he tells me before he closes it. God, why are Matt and Jon so paranoid all the time. They're so suspicious of the guys here. I lock the door and sit down on his bed.
It was so nice of Jon to let me stay in his room for the night. I place the clothes and my phone on the bed and walk into the bathroom. I close the door behind me, locking it. I start to take off my dress, reminded of Jon's compliment. That's a really nice color.
Jon is so nice and polite. Why can't Matt just try to be like?
No. I love Matt just the way he is.
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