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The creepy hand is watching him, gesturing maniacally at Wednesday and Enid's dorm room door.
He was in his bed, when the hand barged into his room demanding that he should follow him. So with nothing else to do he did as he’s told.
Before he could knock, the door opens and Wednesday, always the epitome of composure and creepiness, stares blankly at him before she lets him in.
He likes her creepiness though.
Before he tries to question her as to why he’s here, she cuts him off, “I want you to do me a favour.”
So that’s how he finds himself breaking out of Nevermore in the middle of the night, walking up to Tyler’s house.
Hell, he doesn’t even know why, and when he asked Wednesday about it she kept avoiding his questions, and eventually he gave up, agreeing to whatever Wednesday had in store for him.
Tyler’s house isn't far but it’s still a long walk from Nevermore. Once he arrives he decides that climbing to Tyler’s window would be a better idea than ringing the doorbell, since his dad appears to be home. He climbs up to Tyler's window, and when he reaches the top, he notices Tyler’s figure slumped over his shoulders, completing what appears to be schoolwork. The only light in the room came from the lamp on his desk, which illuminated his slight curls, making them appear more golden than brown. His lips are caught between his teeth, and his brow is furrowed with concentration.
Xavier taps the window with his knuckles lightly, not wanting to scare the man off. Tyler turns his head towards the window, and his eyes widen when he sees Xavier waving at him telling him to pull open the window. Still looking confused, Tyler gets up from his chair and heads to unlock his window, gesturing for Xavier to come in.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, once Xavier is in the room, sitting in his rumpled bed.
They’re not close, hell they’re not even friends. Not yet at least. But they’re getting close, Xavier thinks.
The only response he offers Tyler is a shrug, and the other man raises both his eyebrows.
Xavier huffs out a laugh, before he says, “Well, you know Wednesday.”
“Oh yeah wait hold on!” Tyler says, before he goes to open his closet, and pulls out a dusty book hidden underneath folded clothes.
“What is that?”
“The book that you came for,” Tyler states, looking at him questioningly. And when Xavier keeps looking at him like a lost puppy, his eyes light up and he chuckles slightly, “You don’t know what you came for.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Xavier asks, his tone full of indignation.
“Don’t you think your little crush on Wednesday is getting a bit out of hand,” Tyler says, and smiles knowingly at him.
“I do not have a crush on her !” he snaps, before he lets himself fall on Tyler’s bed, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Too humiliated to look at Tyler’s knowing face.
He hides his face in the palm of his hands. He can still hear Tyler’s chuckles, so he continues trying to fend for himself. Because he doesn’t. Well, not anymore.
Look he’s been trying to get over her when he found out that she’s a lesbian and likes Enid. It’s just that he likes to like people, and there’s no one around to like. He’ll try harder, he promises himself.
He feels the mattress dip beside him, and he removes his hands from his face to look at Tyler who’s been staring at him. His eyes are a lovely shade of brown, and his lips are pulled up into a small smile. Sweet and soft, with a sprinkle of mischief hiding beneath his innocent face.
But before he could do anything, he was interrupted by said boy, “I’m sorry man,” Tyler says, with his big brown eyes, his voice so sincere, making Xavier’s chest warm with a lovely feeling, and he just stares at him, can't help it really.
“Xavier.”
That breaks him out of his reverie.
“Oh.. yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s all in the past,” Xavier tries to sound casual, but he knows he’s failing when Tyler looks at him, concern evident in his face.
“Are you sure?” Tyler asks, voice so small it makes his heart ache. He’s never been one to hold a grudge, especially when the person who he’s supposed to hate looks so lovely.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, before he smiles trying to reassure that he’s truly fine.
“Are you going to stay for the night?”
“Maybe,” he says to him, then turns his head to stare at the ceiling again.
“Well then, don’t let my dad see you and you’ll be fine.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on getting my head blown up by your dad.” Tyler laughs loudly at that, and Xavier hisses at him, asking him to shut up otherwise his father will hear him. And once his laughing subsides at last, his head falls on Xavier’s chest. Tyler is still quietly chuckling to himself, but it's nearly inaudible now, so he lets himself smile at the sound of Tyler’s sweet chuckles.
Without realising what he’s doing he lets his hands card through Tyler’s hair, feeling the soft strands beneath his fingertips.
He lets himself drown in Tyler’s soothing humming and they stay like that for a while. “Your hair is soft, i like it,” Xaviers murmurs, running his hand through the soft strands.
“Do you, now?” Tyler says, his lips twitched upwards, looking at him with a weird look, but his eyes look hazy, making him look utterly relaxed with Xavier’s hands playing with his hair.
“Yeah.”
Feeling like his stay has gone for a bit too long, he taps Tyler’s shoulders to get up. And when he’s up, he heads for the window but a hand catches his wrist. Perplexed, he turns around to the sight of Tyler, looking at him as if he wants him to stay.
“Stay?” Tyler asks, his voice a mere breath.
“You know I can’t, I might get caught.”
“Alright then. Are you going to be free for dinner tomorrow?” Tyler asks, before he gets up, inching closer to Xavier with every word.
“Why?” He breathes out, when their noses are almost close enough to touch.
Tyler only shrugs, and he leans in to whisper in Xavier’s ear, “I thought we could go on a date, if you’re free.”
Xavier closes the distance between them, lips crashing in a bruising kiss. “Yes,” he moans in Tyler’s mouth.
Seconds, perhaps minutes passed by when they break their kiss, panting for breath. Tyler’s lips are swollen, his hair dishevelled. He looks beautiful like this, his mind supplies unhelpfully.
They said their goodbyes with the taste of each other’s lips lingering.
Xavier walks back to Nevermore, grinning like a maniac the whole way.