𝐛 𝐫 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐧 || 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 || 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

The only question in Y/n's mind was why in the world he was in her room in the middle of the night. Or why in the world anyone was in her room for that matter.

"C-Clay?" The grogginess in her voice was apparent.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" She spoke in a whisper-shout trying to keep her voice down.

All he could think about was him just staring at her sleeping, what kind of a freak does that. He felt stupid, ashamed even, but he couldn't just leave now without saying anything. That would just worsen things.

"I came here to talk."

"Now? You couldn't wait until tomorrow?," She stopped in her words to yawn, consciously covering her mouth. "It's almost 3 am Clay, I'm dead if you couldn't tell. Today was tiring enough." He saw the bags under her eyes now, a small pang of guilt hitting him for waking her up. 

Whenever she used his real name or any of the boys' real names, they knew she was serious. She never really admitted it to anyone, but she hated the nicknames sometimes, feeling that it didn't allow for seriousness. She genuinely only called them by their nicknames because she knew they didn't really like their real names, mostly Clay for that matter. George had been the only one to really never want or get a nickname, and he could care less. Sapnap was fine with either, but at times had his preferences.

"I- I don't know, I guess I could've wai-"

"It's fine," You could hear the slight irritation in her voice as she rubbed her eyes to try and wake herself up. I'm awake now. How long have you been here?" She asked because of her self-consciousness. She worried she might've looked weird in her sleep, or if he might've seen something, she didn't know. All she could hope was that she looked at least decent in her sleep.

He wasn't sure about how long he was there, he had been sitting there for what seemed like an eternity.

"Um, I don't know, like five, seven minutes?" He scratched his head, deciding that was a safe enough answer.

"Okay, well... turn around." 

"Why?"

"I'm not going down there without proper clothing, that's... disgusting I don't even know how to explain it. Just turn around really quick." 

She was a plain out germaphobe. She and George both. She couldn't stand the idea of walking in the grass with the clothes she slept with and then going back into her bed to sleep again, all that dirt grossed her out.

He took a second, looking at Y/n, deciding whether she was joking or not, but eventually turned around, almost laughing at how long it took for him to turn.

"You're such an idiot, I swear." She rolled her eyes at him knowing exactly his thoughts. Even though he was turned around, she quickly went into her closet to change, not trusting him, even though she knew deep inside he wouldn't look.

"And why is that?" He heard her drawers opening and pieces of clothing falling on the ground with a soft thump.

"You know why Clay." She couldn't help but try and suppress a laugh.

He secretly smiled at that, blush rushing to his cheeks. Thankfully he wasn't facing her. The mask was his saving grace once again.

"Okay, all done."

He turned around to see Y/n dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, and a hoodie that was far too big on her, loosely fitting her body, making her look small in it.

"I'll go down first."

"Hm... I think not. Watch and learn."

To his surprise, she crouched on the windowsill, looked back at him, and jumped off.