A Sun and Star [dreamnotfound]

Bedwars

I was slowly coming to, light filtering through my eyelids. I gathered it was morning. I felt myself hugging something warm. My legs were intertwined in legs and my entire body was pressed against something warm. I opened my eyes to see soft brown hair in front of me.

Was I... spooning George?

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My entire body seized up and I was unable to move. Shit shit shit shit. I didn't even know how it happened. I must have done it in my sleep. There was no way George would have moved closer to me. I could smell his lavender shampoo as his hair brushed my face and feel his steady quiet breathing as his back rose into my chest. I tried to get off, to pretend like it never happened, but I couldn't. It just felt too warm, too safe, as I felt his entire body against me. My arm was wrapped around his waist and I subconsciously pulled it tighter. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. What was I doing? I was being such a creep, oh my god. This wasn't like hugging the homies, this was different. Hugging your friends didn't cause a warm feeling to blossom in your chest. It didn't cause your heart to flutter. It didn't-

"Dream?"

FUCKFUCKFCUCKNIJKD. In getting caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even realize George had woken up. He had turned his head around to look at me, a confused expression plastered on his face. My heart quickened as I searched my brain for what to do. His voice broke my thoughts once again.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed. I don't know why but something about how he sounded so repelled caused my chest to sink. I quickly pushed myself away from him, scrambling off the bed.

"S-sorry I didn't- I didn't mean to," I sputtered out, not looking at him.

"How do you not mean to do that?" he demanded.

My heart sunk even further than it had before.

"I must have done it in the nig-"

"GOOD MORNING!" shouted Sapnap cheerfully, barging in at possibly the worst time possible.

He immediately sensed the tension and his face dropped.

"Woah, what's going on here, you two lovebirds in a quarrel?" he joked.

Seeing our awkward reactions to the comment made him shut right up and mutter something about leaving us to work things out before sauntering out of the room. A silence fell upon us after he left, George obviously waiting for me to give any kind of explanation.

"I must have done it during the night. I usually hug my blankets. So I guess I developed a habit." I stated, still keeping my eyes from the daggers staring back at me. After a few moments of silence, I finally got the courage to look back up and was surprised. His expression had softened and he was the one who was looking away this time.

"Sorry for getting mad, guess I was surprised," he said quietly. He continued on, "I get it... I also usually.." he trailed off.

"Usually what?" I prodded.

"..usually put pillows behind me," he said so quietly I almost didn't hear it. His face had started to turn bright red. I snorted which made him throw a pillow at me.

"I just admitted something personal to you Clay; you're supposed to be a good friend and tell me it's fine!" he shouted half-heartedly which caused me to full-on laugh.

"So you liked it didn't you?" I smirked. I expected him to roll his eyes or throw another pillow at me but he just looked to the side, as if he was embarrassed.

"...maybe."

This time it was my face that heated up. What? Did he really like it? Before I could dig myself into a deep hole of conflicting hope and cynicism, Sapnap barged in once again.