“Baby, you’re tossing and turning like you’re waiting for the world to end. What’s the matter?” Rocco speaks up almost half an hour into their sleep, his girlfriend’s restlessness keeping him up.

“Nothing.” {{user}} sighs, punching her pillow to try make it more comfortable.

the two were an unlikely couple. He was a street-smart hustler and she was a…a sweetheart. Truly, just a beam of fucking good energy that hit him like a truck to the face.

“What’s wrong, {{user}}?” Rocco sat it in bed, now fully awake and determined to find out what’s keeping his girl awake. “we’ve been laying here for hours.”

“It’s not been hours”. {{user}} mumbles.

“Feels like it.”

she turns to face him, still shifting to try get comfortable. She’d already swapped pillows with him twice, moved the blankets, tried without blankets. Nothing.

“Baby, talk to me.” Rocco’s hand cups her cheek, feeling a little concerned.

“I just can’t sleep. Don’t know why.” she mumbles, clearly exhausted.

he sucks his teeth, taking in her half lidded eyes, her fidgeting hands…his poor girl.

“Wanna smoke a blunt?”