𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞...

❝ girl you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch,
one kiss then we fuckin, i just can't get enough
put it on me, that's the best part baby the trust
trust me i got nothing for you other than love. ❞

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𝐣𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯.

the rain continues to rage outside my window but thankfully we are no longer its' victims- not with the way we practically ran home after the noise of thunder began to sound a bit too close to us. the heat of the warm shower i took not too long ago still buzzes through my body, warming it up but not at all preventing the cold i can already feel from being in the rain that long- that's clear as indigo sneezes loudly, causing me to giggle a bit as i look over at the boy with a towel wrapped over his wet, blue curls that peek out at the top.

"are you gonna take all that off?" i wonder, referencing to the makeup he wears, but by the look in his drowsy eyes i can tell his answer.
"i don't feel like it." the boy refuses, sort of like a child as he pouts, gathering his knees to his chest, wearing my hoodie and for once, a pair of his own blue sweatpants. i hum lightly in thought before reaching over, cautiously attempting to take his lashes off. surpsingly he cooperates, allowing me to take the lashes off at least before his lips spread into a smile that makes my heart flutter.
"i'll be right back." i pledge, quickly exiting before he can say anything and leaving to the bathroom across the hall. looking over from the door, i spot the drawer that belongs to him specifically overflowing with products. not exactly sure what it is i'm looking for, i opt for the face moisturizer- obviously- and a pack of wipes. as i'm about to turn the corner i spot indigo's room- somewhere i'm not very familiar with at all.

to be honest, i'm not sure he's familiar with it. he spends most of his time in mine, and i don't mind at all- in fact, i pride in it. it's because of this that it makes me slightly curious and i can't help but to peek in it, receiving a sight that makes my eyes widen.

it's... clean?
the room is spotless, as if indigo was never there and something about it highly troubles me. sure, a clean room isn't at all bad but for indigo, something completely foreign- even the mere thought of it is. perhaps yosef forced him or more likely, did it for him. even so, i'm not sure about it; it seems unnatural for him and the glimpse of his room leaves me feeling as if there is something to be uncovered- an unknown, devastating reason behind it as i walk back into my room, closing the door. even with it's oddity, i fail to mention it for some reason as i sit closer to the boy, rejoining him on the bed.

"you don't gotta do this." the tired teen muttered, pointing to the wipe i pull out of the package.
"yes i do." i simply deflect, relived when he sits still. the makeup however is rather hard to get off and takes about two full wipes to get off. i brush them to the side, opening the cold face cream and rubbing some all over his face so that his skin returns to the usual radiancy it always carries. i smile over at the boy who seemed to get even prettier before unwrapping the towel around his hair, releasing his curls that i notice are getitng rather lenghty- almost to his shoulder, which i've never seen before. "your hair is getting really long."
"i know." indigo mutters as i grab whatever the cap is he wear at night, scooping his hair inside of his black bonnet before pulling it over his head completely, a sense of accomplishment dawning on me and he notices, giggling over at me as i sit next to him in the bed. "thank you baby. i gotta cut it."
"mm. it looks good on you though."