Avoiding // Wilmon

chapter - 8

Willes POV:

After a relatively, long period of time, the bell finally rang. 'finally.' I thought, staring at Simon, like Ive been doing for most of class. He let put a sigh of relief im guessing.

Everyone got up, the sound of chairs screeching made my ears bleed. I waited for everyone to leave, as usual, so I wasnt pushed or trampled.

"Ready to go?" I asked Simon awkwardly, standing up. "Yeah.. I just have to text my mom, to let her know." He replied, and I nodded. He pulled his phone out from his pocket, and the sound of the keyboard clacking was heard from his phone.

I watched him, not in a creepy way, waiting for a reply. "Alright, lets go."  He smiled, turning around, and walking towards the door. I followed him, and surprisingly the hallways werent as full as I thought they would be.

***

We got to my room, and I opened the door, letting him in. He mumbled a slight 'thank you', while I walked in behind him, and shut the door. "You can-, take a nap, I have some homework to do." I said, dropping my bag down on the
ground.

I watched as he collapsed on my bed, and kicked off his shoes. "Need anything?" I asked, "Blanket, please." He replied, and I nodded. I grabbed a blanket from a nearby cupboard, and handed it to him.

"Anything else?" I asked once again, and he shook his head, and closed his eyes. I smiled, and turned on my laptop.

***

It was about 7:30pm now, but it was lashing rain. I could hear the rain, and wind howling from outside. I sighed,  and shut my laptop.

I looked at Simon, sleeping peacefully on my bed. I smiled, and kicked off my own shoes. I yawned, and stood up, crawing into my bed, opposite side from him.

It was a bit uncomfortable. No pillow, no blanket. I turned in against the wall, as I heard Simon shift in his sleep. 'fuck.' I thought, as I heard him sit up.

"Wille? Why are you down there?" I sighed, sitting up aswell. "Erm..- I didnt wanna make you uncomfortable.." I muttered, feeling like a complete idiot. "You can sit up here if you want, it seems uncomfortable down there." He chuckled, and I smiled.

"It is." I said, crawling up beside him. I put the covers over me, "What time is it?" He asked, laying back down, but facing me. "Around.. 7:45?" I guessed, and he nodded. "Okay, I can sleep for another bit." He said, relieved.

"Do you sleep at all at home?" I asked, quickly regretting my question, as I saw his smile drop. "Not really, mama and Sara fight a lot, especially in the middle of the night, dont know why." He replied plainly, and I frowned.

"Im sure it'll be okay, you can sleep here anytime you want, dont worry." I smiled, and he dug his head into my chest. "Thank you." He said, though, it did sound muffled, so he couldve said 'fuck you' or something.

***

Shortly after, we both fell asleep, not for long though.

I sprung up from my place, hearing violent thunder outside. "You okay?" Simon asked, and I nodded. "Yeah-, I just hate thunder." I shivered, and he sat up, his hand on mine. "Go back to sleep, dont worry. You'll be okay." He assured me.

I layed down, facing the wall. "Simon?..." "Mm?" "Can you-, can you hold me." I asked hesitantly. "Of course." He agreed, and I felt a wave of relief pass by me.

I felt an arm slither around my waist, and hot breath against the back of my neck. "Is this okay?" He mumbled quietly. "Mhm, thank you." He pecked the back of my neck, and I smiled. He was the only person that made me feel safe, like nothing could hurt me.

I was lost in my thoughts, when I heard gentle, quiet snores behind me, and the breeze of his breath tickled the back of my neck slightly.

I noticed he was asleep, which meant I could go to sleep aswell. I gently rubbed his hand with my thumb. "Goodnight." I whispered, slowly being his arm towards my face, and kissing his hand, and putting back where it originally was.

I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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