Stuck With You (Boy x Boy)

Chapter 2

Previously: It won't hurt to take a little nap, would it?

Now:

【Zack】

I fell into a light sleep. I had memories of dozing in and out of consciousness a few times. Henry was shuffling around in his sleep and had his face between my neck and shoulder blade.

I finally woke up, feeling the urge to use the restroom. First, I had to move Henry aside. I freed my arms and tried lifting him off. Damn, he was heavy. I tried lifting him off by grasping his arms, but it didn't work. So I attempted to lift him by putting my hands under his arms. Bad idea.

I tried to lift him, but he moved and shoved his knee right into my stomach.

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I know what you're thinking, but I did not piss myself. Nope, Definitely not. Okay, maybe a little, but still not visible or anything.

Heat climbed up my face as I realised that I had to go, NOW. I hurriedly shoved away Henry and dashed to the bathroom. But then,

'Shit, I dunno where the bathroom is.'

I was getting desperate, so I shook Henry violently till he woke up.

"W-Wha-"tell me where the bathroom is." I cut him off.

Much to my frustration, Henry just shifted on the couch and murmured,

"Don't wanna."

This damn brat- is he playing a game or something?!

"I'M SERIOUS! TELL ME WHERE THE BATHROOM IS!!" I yelled frantically. Finally, Henry sobered up and stuttered,

"O-Oh! Up the stairs, to your right."

I ran without a second glance at him. I hustled up the stairs, to the right, and into the bathroom.

...Do I have to explain how I did my business too?

Anyway, I came back and sat on the couch. It was dark, but I could easily find the sofa because of the glow from Henry's mobile. He was searching if any network service was available so he could call his mom. Sadly, there was nothing.

"What's the time?" I asked. Henry checked his phone and said,

"7 p.m."

I hummed and nuzzled deeper into my comforter. A sudden thought occurred to me, and I voiced it to Henry.

"How will we survive the cold at night?" I asked.

"I was prepared for that." Henry said and went to the 'blizzard survival kit' he had. He opened the box, and I peered over the edge. Most of the contents of the box were firewood. Henry took some of it and walked to the fireplace.

"There's a lighter wrapped in a piece of paper. Please bring it to me?" He asked. I numbly reached out inside the box and searched for it. I found it immediately and gave it to Henry. He lit the paper and threw it into the fireplace.

Slowly, the wood caught fire and warmth and light started spreading into the room. It was enough to make me remove the comforter but not enough to take off the jacket.

As we sat basking in the heat of the fire, Henry suddenly asked,

"When we played truth or dare, you said you hated me because you found me annoying. That's not the truth, is it?" His voice was laced with suspicion.

Damn, how did he find out? That I was lying? Henry's gaze was burning into me, and I accidentally blurted out,

"No, it's not."