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Four had fallen asleep on the couch in the gaming room, he seemingly passed out after staying up too late, a controller lying lazily in his gloved hand, threatening to fall. This wouldn't be a problem normally, Four has fallen asleep in the gaming room a bunch of times, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
The only problem was he had fallen asleep leaning against Three, now this by itself was horrible but what was worse is that Four was laying in such a position that Three couldn't move therefore couldn't move Four off of him therefore he was stuck in the gaming room with a sleeping Four in his lap and everyone else was already asleep.
His phone lay on the coffee table far away from Three so he couldn't call anyone. He couldn't have anyone trying to hold this above his head even though he knew that most of Four's friends would never do that, at least not Tari, Sakio and Meggy. Mario would be too vocal about it, Bob would probably use it as blackmail and Boopkins would probably write fanfiction or something. Melony was probably asleep so he couldn't even get in touch with her if he wanted to.
Three leaned his head back, contemplating his life and what he did to deserve this, any slight movement Four made caused Three to freeze. As much as Three so badly wanted to push Four off, he couldn't make himself do it, especially since they're “friends” and knowing that Four would probably not do that if the tables were turned, he'd probably use it as blackmail or something. Or worse a video idea.
He knew his blue-eyed doppelganger would do that since his videos sucked and were so unoriginal and not funny at all.
Three glanced back down at the sleeping man, irritation practically radiating off Three. Three hated Four so much sometimes, he could really just get on his nerves so easily, with his stupid antics and his stupid voice, his stupid soft hair, his stupid adorable smile, his stupid.. deep dark blue eyes that Three always found himself getting lost in.
The stupid warm feeling he always got when Four talked to him, hung out with him, worked with him, held his hand, even just so little as looking at him. That warm, soft, overbearing feeling in the pit of Three's chest that made him feel all giddy and.. happy. He hates it. He hates that he feels like this for a fool who can barely take care of himself. He hated the way his heart fluttered and pounded in his chest when thinking of the man. He hated him so much.
Four was the fool who somehow. Somehow managed to break through the walls that Three spent years of his life putting up and perfecting. Somehow managed to wedge his way into his heart so easily, without a care. Four managed to sneak in under the wire. Three hated it. He hated him.
He hates it. He hates him and himself for feeling like this, like all the years of hating him went to waste. Four had Three wrapped around his finger and Four didn't even realize it.
Three let out a long sigh, he carefully leaned over Four (being sure not to disturb him) and took the controller out of his hand, he stared at the blue controller for a bit before putting it on the floor, along with his own purple controller. He leaned back against the couch, trying to get as comfortable as he possibly could with his current position.
He stared at the blue-eyed, annoying man. He felt a smile involuntarily tug on his lips with such ease. That warm feeling filled his chest quickly, it hadn't left. The whole time Four and him were hanging out and playing video games, Three had caught himself glancing at his ex-nemies with such adoration, with such love.
Four had caught him a few times, Three insulting Four whenever he commented on it. Four rolling his eyes as a response.
…
Three ran his fingers through Four's black hair. His eyes remain on the Meme Guardian.
“I love you”
Three felt the words easily fall from his mouth and escape into the air.
I love you
I love you.
I love you..
I love you…
Three loved him
Three loves him
Three loves Four, loves him with all of his heart.
Three loves Four.