You dunce. (Whitty x Ruv)

Fuzzy Head, Fuzzy Love.

Ruv woke up in his bed. He sat up and rubbed his head slowly, he had a pounding headache. He didn't remember much of last night, and his skin smelled like chlorine. He was still in his boxers, a damp towel wrapped around him. There was a huge wet spot on his mattress from where he slept. He got up, holding onto his nightstand and wobbling a little before balancing.

He huffed after a minute and walked into the living room, walking past the couch. Wait. No way. Ruv backed up for a double take, looking at the couch and gasping quietly. There Whitty was, passed the fuck out and snoring. Ruv's eyebrows creased nervously, and he quietly sped walked back to his room.

Grabbing his phone, he checked for any messages from Sarv. And there were two from the pink- haired girl.

S: Hey, I'm staying the night at my friend's house. I'll be back around 12 tomorrow!

S: Don't get into too much trouble ;)

Ruv couldn't help but roll his eyes. He sighed a bit and walked back out into the living room. He stared at the bomb asleep on the sofa, thinking about what he should do. He glanced at the time. 8:24 AM. He figured he'd shower again, and put on some new clothes.

As the Russian walked into the bathroom, he shut the door behind him and huffed. Rubbing his eye, he leaned against the sink counter, trying to remember what happened last night. And then, he remembered.

They kissed. They actually kissed.

Ruv's cheeks heated up, and he rested his head in his hands. Whitty probably doesn't remember, and even if he does, Ruv wanted to spare him the embarrassment. Maybe it would be best if they kept it quiet. He didn't really want Sarv to find out, either. After a minute, he started the shower water.

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About 10-ish minutes later, Ruv came out of the bathroom. He was wearing his sweats and blue sweater, him still trying to dry his damp hair with a towel. As he walked back out from the hallway, he saw the bomb up and leaning over the couch. Whitty yawned and rubbed his head, leaning back after a second.

Ruv chuckled, stepping out from the hallway and nodding, "Morning, sleepyhead." Whitty hummed in acknowledgement, not even opening his eyes. He sat in silence before his eyes sprang open. "Wait, what the hell? I could've sworn I went home last night. Am I dreaming?"

Ruv just shook his head, sitting down next to him. He let his towel rest over his shoulders. "You're not dreaming, trust me. Apparently I washed your clothes last night after we got back from the pool, so they're in the dryer. And uh, if you wanna shower, you're perfectly welcome to."

Whitty nodded, "I will in a min. Do you have any pain meds? My head is killing me." The Russian simply hummed and got up, going back into the bathroom to fetch some ibuprofen. He came back, tossing the bottle to Whitty and leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. The other opened the bottle, popping about 2 pills into his mouth carelessly.

Ruv raised his eyebrow, though immediately cringed when he heard Whitty crunching on the medicine. "You're gross," The Russian said, "Seriously, what sane person chews up pills?" Whitty just laughed, "I don't really care. Sure, it tastes gross, but you get past it."

A silence hung in the air for a minute before an electric voice cut right through it, "So, what happened last night? I can really only remember going down to the pool." Ruv's throat clenched a bit. Damn. He tried to think of a quick lie, sighing after a minute. "I'm pretty sure we just swam around and splashed like idiots. Then we got yelled at because.. Well, the pool closed. Heh." He said, heading into the kitchen. "Do you want any food?" He was obviously trying to change the subject.