Whitney x Male Reader (@^v^)

Part 8: Ay sooo...my phones dead :')

Y/N: I look at Cameron and thank him before looking around the living room of the apartment. It was actually a nice living room. There was a red couch, a flat screen tv, a small white lamp, and a coffee table. It was fit enough  to be put in a hotel! After I finish staring at their living room, I look at the position Whitney and Cameron are in. She's apparently still holding him and grumbling something. And he's just acting like a little girl and giggling. I immediately realized that they were a couple. But, Whitney told me that he was a roommate, so maybe not a boyfriend? I'll have to ask them about it. "Hey, are you guys a couple?" They both look at me and my body immediately feels frozen. Did I say the wrong thing? Before I could start mentally slapping myself, they both started laughing. I looked at them with a confused face. "What's so funny?" Cameron jumped out of Whitney's arms and walked over to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and was trying to catch his breath. "Oh he he ha! You are too funny, Y/N!" "A couple?" I look at Whitney who has already stopped laughing. "I don't even see Cameron as boyfriend material." " Sorry Cameron hehe. " She laughed nervously. Cameron sighs and says, "It's okay. I mean who wants a midget for a boyfriend?" They both start laughing some again. I just stand there dumbfounded. After their laugh fest, Cameron comes up to me. "You can take your hoodie off man." "You'll get pretty hot in it." I think about it before complying and giving him my hoodie. "I'll go put it in the washer." I watch him walk into what seems to be the laundry room.
Whitney: I watch Y/N go and sit on the couch and pull his phone out of his bookbag. "Crap..." I hear him say. "Something wrong?" I asked. He turns to me and groans. "My freaking phone is dead." And I forgot my charger at home." I go over and sit down next to him. "I think Cameron has a spare charger in his room." "Do you want me to go and ask him?" "Yeah, thanks." I nod before getting up and going to the laundry room. "Hey, Cameron do you have a spare charger for Y/N to use?" "Yeah, it's in the top drawer on my nightstand." He says looking down at his phone. "Thank you." I go into Cameron's room to grab the charger and give it to Y/N. Once I have the charger I go back into the living room to find Y/N sleeping on the couch. I stare at him a little bit. "Cute..." I whisper. I start to blush a little at the site. He was in a fetal position with his mouth open. His lips looked soft. I wanted to touch them. No! What am I thinking!? That's weird! To want to touch his lips? What is wrong with me? I try to erase the image of me tracing my finger along his lips in my head. I manage to stop blushing and quickly take his phone and put it on the charger. I look back at him and decide I'm going to go get a blanket and cover him up with it. I grab a blanket from the hall closet and put it over him. I stare at him again before whispering goodnight to him. I go to my bedroom to change into my pajamas. I put on a white undershirt and some gray short on. I go under my bed sheets and think about the feeling I just experienced. What the hell was it? I decide to sleep on the question. I'll ask Cameron about the feeling tomorrow.