Chapter Sixteen

                                    

                                          
(Skuyler)

                          
I was at home, sitting on my bed. I was blasting music through my headphones and reading some book Stephen had been wanting me to borrow from him for months. The song playing right now was 'Crucified By Your Lies' from Bad Blood, which is actually my favorite album Dahvie and Jayy have made so far. They've been keeping me out of the loop with the new one. They're actually working on it back at their place now. The only thing I knew about it was the tentative title they'd told me a couple weeks ago. It's all been very secretive, and I can't get anyone to tell me about it. Not even Bryce, who's back filming for another DVD that is apparently going to come out with the album. 
                          
"Ugh..." I groaned and tossed the book to the end of my bed. I am so not in the mood for a historical fiction. 
                          
I looked at the clock to see that it was almost 3 AM. Jayy texted me a few minutes ago, so at least I'm not the only one still up at this hour. I really wished I could fall asleep, but I just haven't been able to for the last couple of days. Eventually, I'll just pass out from exhaustion, but that probably won't be for a while yet. So, I got up and went over to my computer. I don't really know what I wanted to do. I checked the sites briefly that I always checked. Facebook, tumblr. Stuff like that. There were also a few webcomics that I read that all haven't updated in about six hundred years, which is obnoxiously frustrating. I quit Chrome and walked over to my kitchen. I wasn't hungry or anything. God, I just need something to fucking do. I can't even go to get a fucking coffee because that'll just keep me up even longer. 
                          
The song ended and it shuffled to 'Fake Is The New Trend.' I know every word to every song on their albums, basically. Normally I'd be singing along or something. But it was super late... early? And I'm paranoid that I'll somehow wake someone up. The woman who has the loft across the hall from me is kind of... cranky. All the time. I try really hard to never bump into her. 
                          
At least I don't have to work tomorrow. That would suck. I'd probably fuck something up if I did. Maybe I'll drag Jayy off to a movie or something. He promised that I get to pick the next one we see together, and there's some sappy chick flick I've been feeling in the mood for lately. I heard the guy in it was some hot unknown actor, and it's his first big movie or something. 
                          
I went back over to my bed to see that I'd just missed a call from Jayy. I took off my headphones and tossed my iPod on the bed. I called him back. He picked up after a single ring. 
                          
"Hey, Skuy!" He sounded really cheerful.
                          
"Hey, hun." I said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "How's it going?" 
                          
"Pretty great, actually! We're done for the night." He told me. "The guys are all headed home, so I thought I should call and say goodnight."
                          
"That's awesome." I replied. "I'm glad it's going well. And thanks for the thought."
                          
"No problem." He said. "Another bad night?"
                          
"Yeah, it's okay though, don't worry about it." I said in reply. "I'm fine."
                          
"Like I haven't heard you try to get 'I'm fine' past me before." I could hear him rolling his eyes through the phone. 
                          
"It's okay, hun. Really. I'll fall asleep eventually." I told him. "And hey, you're going out with me tomorrow."
                          
"Sounds like fun!" He exclaimed happily.
                          
"Stephen's out of town, so I'll pick you up at some point, okay?"
                          
"Sure thing." He answered. "Try and get some sleep, 'kay Skuy?" 
                          
"I will. Goodnight, Jayy." I said. "Love you."
                          
"Love you too, Skuy." 
                          
He hung up after a few seconds. I put my phone and my iPod on the nightstand, along with the book that I probably wouldn't finish anytime soon. Then I crawled under my blankets to lay here until whenever it was that I fell asleep, which eventually happened.