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benny let him sleep over again.
he got sick, so he offered to share his room with him until he got better, which was, to say the least, not something he would usually do.
rory lied down in benny's bed, eyes closed and having the cover lightly drape over his face just enough to where his eyes were visible; even from the soft moonlight enveloping the dark room they were in.
he didnt need to sleep. vampires dont sleep. he should be more awake at night anyways, but he just didnt feel like it. he didnt want to. he just wanted to be closer to benny.
benny on the other hand— he wasnt a vampire. he wasnt immortal; he couldnt just stay awake all night every night, and thats what he hates. he could only talk to rory during school hours before he would then go back home and isolate in his room again; shielding from the sunlight.
benny was still awake, sitting up on his bed next to rory's now sleeping figure.
he glanced over at him, but couldnt pull his eyes away.
he studied each part of his face; from his soft hair to the freckles that gently dusted his face covering his nose to under his eyes.
he didnt know how to feel; was this normal? are you usually fascinated by your friends? do boys think their friends are pretty?
because rory was just that. he was so pretty. the way he was so still and quiet to the point you could only hear his soft breathing– it was captivating.
he got somewhat closer to him, gently pushing the hair covering his face to the side to reveal more of his prettiest features.
rory stirred, reaching upwards and grabbing hold of benny's wrist, before moving his hand into his.
he pulled it closer to his chest and nuzzled into his side, hiding his face with benny's loose hoodie.
he was stunned, rory was so gentle in the way he moved; he was so pretty- fuck. there are no words in the world to describe the boy next to him.
he had no heartbeat, his hand was over his chest but there was nothing. that hurt.
he could imagine something there, anything. but ever since he turned it was always quiet and still.
sometimes he forgets rory wasnt alive; that he was an immortal being.
he would never compare to the racing heartbeat he felt when rory would move closer to him, to his body overheating whenever he would look at him; to his cheeks flushing when rory would smile at him.
nothing could compare to him. he was so infatuated with every part of him.
he loves hearing him talk. he would let him ramble about his niche interests for as long as he could. whether its the new toys he managed to take from his younger cousins or him talking about the lore behind star wars. even him getting overly excited about marvel and stumbling over his words trying to explain every part of the movie before they watch the new one together, since benny never saw the previous one.
the things rory would do to include benny in every little thing he enjoyed. he was so in love with him.
it wasnt being in love per se, he never felt the need to date him. he was in love with the things he would do, with his voice, with how he presented himself, with his personality.
there was such a strong form of love for that boy that no other words could explain.
everybody assumed benny had a crush on rory; but it couldn't be further from the truth.
he made him nervous, he made him happy. he made him excited to wake up every day.
they were more than friends, but they were never romantically involved.
they were soulmates.
and he loved to keep it that way.