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The gentle morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on a portion of the room. It was the early hours, around seven in the morning, and neither of the two boys had planned on waking up so soon. However, the sun's rays directly pierced the clear eyes of the blond, compelling him to rise from his slumber.
Glam squinted his eyes and shielded them from the intrusive brightness. 'Morning already?' he pondered, reluctant to embrace the early wake-up call. Last night's rehearsal had left him utterly drained, and all he yearned for was rest and the prospect of spending the day with Ches.
Months had passed since the blond had left his home to live with Ches. He remained surprised by the brunet's unquestioning acceptance, grateful for the unvacillating support; he felt that he could never be able to return everything the dark-eyed did for him. Ches, with a heart of gold, seemed like a beacon in the darkness of Glam's life. It might sound overly sentimental, but Glam couldn't help but adore someone as genuinely good as his friend. Ches had become his only source of affection and warmth after fifteen long years.
His musings were interrupted when he felt a firm grip, realizing someone was holding him close. Glancing down, he found unruly brown hair covering his face and mouth.
It didn't take long for Glam's fair complexion to flush a deep crimson. His eyes widened, pupils dilated, and his trembling lips betrayed the unexpected surge of emotions within him. Although his heartbeat quickened, it wasn't an overwhelming rush. Ches, usually a heavy sleeper, had surprised him by embracing him like a stuffed animal, replacing the usual symphony of snores with the gentle rise and fall of his breath against Glam's neck. The sensation sent shivers down Glam's spine, prompting him to wonder how he hadn't noticed this before. Perhaps it was the deep slumber that had masked these subtleties. Regardless, he found himself welcoming the embrace, paying no mind to the warmth and security provided by Ches.
The brown-haired's presence stirred unfamiliar feelings within Glam, a stark contrast to the negative and painful feelings he had grown accustomed to. Ches brought a sense of peace, happiness, and safety, gradually restoring Glam's trust in others.
Careful not to disturb his sleeping friend, Glam gingerly shifted Ches's head from his right arm, stealing a moment to gaze at his face. In the quietude of sleep, Ches appeared unexpectedly endearing. The usual image of the mischievous troublemaker was replaced by the serene expression of a boy lost in dreams. It was a rare glimpse into the tranquil side of the usually animated black-eyed companion. Without the accompaniment of snores or drool, Ches simply slept reposeful, a sight that brought a genuine smile to Glam's face.
"Hm, that's rather sweet," he mumbled to himself, toeing the line between sarcasm and sincerity.
"Mmhm..." The other boy shook his head, his eyes slowly widening, causing Glam to startle. Darn, he wished he hadn't heard what was just said. "Huh... Glam?"
"Mor– err, morning!" Glam exclaimed, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Sorry for waking you up."
"Nah, it's alright," his arms remained tightly wrapped around Glam's body, still half-asleep and oblivious to his tight grip. He brought one hand up to rub his eyes while yawning simultaneously. It wasn't until he was fully awake that his face started to heat up. "Oh! Glam, sorry if I almost broke one of your ribs. I thought I was embracing a hot girl!"
Glam just rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. It didn't surprise him at all. "That's okay. It's pretty early, by the way, in case you were wondering."
Ches completely ignored those words, his dark, squinted eyes observing his friend's pale face with a frown and a wrinkled nose. "Damn, dude, if you already looked like a zombie, now you resemble one that's been shot with twenty bullets."
The taller one merely stared at him blankly before adding, "Very funny, Chesnok. You're the woke-up comedian today," he muttered. "You know very well that I sacrifice my sleep hours to avoid missing any rehearsals. I don't want to deal with Lordi's tantrums."
Ches laughed, acknowledging the truth. The redhead was impatient, and his short temper only exacerbated the situation. "That's exactly how I feel when you scold me, blondie! I get it now, why you two really get along – blondies understand each other."
"Lordi is a redhead, you fool… Go get those eyes checked..."
A yawn punctuated the tall teenager's comment, signaling his surrender to exhaustion. The grip of fatigue had overtaken his mind and body, demanding a much-needed break. The sight of the drowsy boy briefly softened the brunet, but the realization of the toll it took on Glam stirred a twinge of guilt. Was he inadvertently harming his friend? He didn't want that.
"Hey man, go to sleep. You mentioned it's early, right? It's the best thing for you," he attempted a placid tone, though concern lingered in his voice. "I'll inform the others that we're taking a two-day break. No objections accepted."
"W-wait, two days is a lot!" the blue-eyed teen nervously protested. "We'll fall behind!"
"Didn't I make myself clear? Go to sleep! Nothing bad will happen, you drama king."
Resigned, Glam conceded that opposing Ches was futile. Besides, the shorter boy was probably right; sleep would rejuvenate him. With a newfound tranquility, Glam turned on the worn mattress in search of comfort. Despite its age, he appreciated having a place to rest.
Suddenly, he felt something draped over him—a garment, to be precise. Ignoring it, he kept his eyes closed, focusing on slipping into sleep.
"Pfft. Yeah, I also believe you look rather sweet in your sleep, raccoon," Ches remarked mockingly, covering him with his green jacket like a makeshift blanket.
The words turned the blond's pale face into a ripe tomato. He almost turned to see Ches, but the closing of the bedroom door signaled the shorter boy's departure. Unbeknownst to Glam, a triumphant smile adorned Ches' face.
Shit, he did hear what he said.
That day, Glam slept for more than twelve hours, without forgetting Ches' comment, the warmth of the jacket, and the memory of Ches' endearing morning face.