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We arrived at my apartment complex after walking for… Some amount of time. It didn’t matter while you were talking with me.
I fiddled with the drawstrings on your hoodie with one hand and held your hand with the other. I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my door. You said a farewell and turned to leave, but I kept my hand around yours. You stopped and turned to look at me.
“Could you stay, actually?” I asked. “My roommate won’t be home for another five hours and I really don’t wanna be alone right now.”
You smiled. “Sure.”
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You came into my room after taking a shower and sat next to me on my bed. You had to borrow one of my spare tooth brushes and a pair of pajamas, but I didn’t mind. You looked cute in my clothes.
“Still wearing my hoodie?” you asked, amused by the fact.
“Maybe. You got a problem with that?”
“Nah.” You rested your head on my shoulder.
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Apparently we fell asleep because I woke up with our bodies tangled together and the suncatcher in my window dotting little rainbows all round my room. I looked at you. Our faces were so close that our noses were almost touching. I smiled a very sappy smile and kissed you on the forehead.
And then I heard the door open.
“Hey, have you seen my— Oh.” It was Dally. His eyes glanced down to you and a crooked grin crept across his face. He shifted his weight to his left leg and stuffed his hand into his pocket while using his other hand to point at you with his palm up. “This the guy you've been pining after?”
I scrunched my face as I felt it heat up. “Shuddup, Dal…” I mumbled.
He chuckled at my embarrassment. “Good for you, man. Just uh… Don’t do anything when I’m home okay?” Dallas teased.
“You’ve brought Shepard home and I’ve heard all the things he’s done to you more times than I can count,” I shot back.
Dally clicked his tongue. “Touché. Well, I’ll leave y’all alone.” He turned around and walked out of my room.
I sighed and looked back to you, that sappy smile growing on my face once again. Damn, he’s a heavy sleeper, I thought. After a moment of debating with myself, I got up to make breakfast for the two of us, groaning as I stretched. I struggled to get over you as I was next to the wall, but I managed.
I left my room and headed for the kitchen. I decided to make eggs, bacon and I got out the chocolate cake from the café that I got to take home because we couldn’t have pastries out for more than a day or two. I put the pan on the stove and got out the bacon. After I was done with the bacon, I got out the eggs and just as I was about to crack them into the pan, I felt someone put their arms around my waist. I squeaked and scrunched in on myself. I felt the familiar, silky feeling of your hair on my cheek as you rested your head on my shoulder, and heard an apology muttered from a voice so raspy it almost didn’t sound like you.
“Michael, what the fuck, man— you almost made me drop the eggs!” I relaxed, but my heart was still beating from the jumpscare.
“I said I was sorry.” You chuckled and placed a kiss on my jaw.
“You better be,” I grumbled. “How do you want your eggs?”
“Sunny-side up, please.”
I nodded and cracked a few eggs into the pan. As I cooked, you sat up on the counter next to the stove, nibbling on bacon and a piece or chocolate cake while talking to me, occasionally leaning over to kiss me on the forehead (it made me smile every time).
After a few minutes you asked, “So, what are we?”
“After everything that’s happened… I think we’re boyfriends. Do you… Do you wanna be boyfriends?”
You smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna be boyfriends.”
I couldn't help but grin and look up at you. You saw an opportunity, and took it, giving me a peck on the lips in the process.