moonlight [ quackity ]

chapter 14 || no stress (lotta stress)

i sighed to myself. here i lay, wide awake, in the middle of the fucking night. i wish i wasn't so scared of my own damn dreams.

tap tap tap

i quickly sat up in my bed. what the fuck? i slid out of bed and walked over to the door. slowly creaking it open, alex's face was revealed. i let out a heavy sigh, "you scared the shit out of me." he smiled.

"sorry 'bout that."

i stepped out the way of the door, making room for him to enter. "what's up?"

"nothing really," he said turning around, "i just wanted to be by you."he flashed me a soft smile that told me more than words ever could.

"alright then. if you insist," i said, crawling back into bed. i moved over and patted the mattress space next to me. he lifted the blanket and moved in next to me.

and there we were, laid out in front of each other, exactly like that night under the stars.

"truth or dare," he said, slightly above a whisper.

"what are we fucking fourteen?" i laughed back, speaking at the same volume.

he smiled wide, "we sure do act it sometimes." i couldn't even argue with him on that one. and so we played truth or dare, like we're little kids again.

"your turn y/n" we were a couple rounds in at this point.

"truth." i was gonna regret this one.

"are you hiding anything from me?" he pushed.

"uhhh..." i thought about what i could possibly say. anything besides that. "i have a diary in my phone." i mean really, it can't be that bad, plus it's not like he's gonna read it. "truth or dare," i said, continuing the game.

"dare." oh he wants to be bold?

"your dare is to... kiss me."

he instantly looked taken aback. if i'm being honest i was shocked by my own words. but i know alex, he wouldn't ever do it.

or at least i thought so. he reached his hand up to my cheek. my stomach instantly twisted. was he actually going to kiss me? if so, it would be an interesting choice considering the circumstances. suddenly his grip on my cheek shifted to my jaw, and tightened. he smirked and turned my head to the side, planting a chaste kiss to my cheek. once he released me, i turned to my pillow and groaned into it.

"you suck"

he began to chuckle, "yeah, your mom," he pulled me closer to him. in response, i threw my arms around his neck.

"you're actually an idiot," i smiled.

"lo siento, hermosa," he smiled back.

"i literally speak zero spanish, q"

"it means ' i'm sorry, beautiful' ," he explained

i blushed. calling me beautiful? even if i didn't understand it at first. my sleep deprived brain was becoming woozy. "what're you sorry for, big man?"

"the kiss thing."

"don't sweat it. i understand. i wouldn't have been able to do it either." i had come to the realization that i had no clue what was happening between us.

"and why's that?"

i dropped my smile. "because... i don't know what we are." he went silent, matching my expression. neither of us really knew what to say at the moment it seems.

"lo siento, hermosa." he pulled my closer to him by my waist. i wrapped one leg across him with my arms still around his shoulders, and let him hold me. i pillowed my head into his chest, to which he pulled a hand off my waist, and held my head close to him. in that moment, everything felt different. it felt like a really good buzz, or being high, in a sense. my head felt airy, but not in a bad way. i was floating. it was all so surreal. the mood had drastically shifted, causing a change in what i was feeling as well. how did he say the perfect thing to make the moment seem like something out of a romantic book?