Evan x Gregory!!

4.

Evan's POV

I gasp from my nightmare, sitting up quite quickly. I frantically feel around the bed, and my hand falls onto Gregory's leg. I look to see him peacefully sleeping, with a light snore. I feel myself sweating, making my long sleeved shirt cling to me, I hated the feeling.

I got grossed out by the feel, so I threw off the shirt, trying to throw it in my hamper across the room, but it fell just in front of it. I could hear myself still breathing heavily, and my heart thumping so loud it rang in my ears. I grabbed the glass of water on my nightstand, taking a nice big gulp before setting it back down. My eyes fell on the bruises and cuts that were on my arms.

'Gregory can not see me like this. Guess I have to get up..' I very slowly get out of bed, tip toeing to my closet, pulling out a long sleeved dark blue shirt. I then hear shuffling from the bed, and a deep, groggy voice says, "Ev.. What are yo-" I whipped around, seeing Gregory stare right back at me, since the moon was shining on me, I assumed he saw the injuries.

In a panic, I pull on the shirt, shuffling out of the moonlight. "Um, Hi.. I was just changing my shirt.." I half lied, I was changing my shirt, but not for the reason someone would be thinking of. It was because of the injuries, otherwise I'd sleep without one. He rubs his eyes, "Were those.. bruises? A- And cuts...?" He quizzes. "Uh, No! What are you talking about? I think you're just sleepy." I lied, He looks at me for a bit. "Maybe I am just sleepy..."

I climb back in my bed next to Gregory, I face him, looking at his facial features, he had closed his eyes, I could hear him softly snoring again. 'Hes so beautiful..' I thought, it was true. I stare for a bit longer, then realized I was being a creep, I shifted closer to Gregory, only a couple inches away from him.

I look at him, before kissing his cheek, then faced the other way, away from him. I smiled to myself, I couldn't believe I did that, and I stared at my wall, trying to sleep.

*Timeskip to morning.*
Gregory's POV

I wake up, stretching, I saw the rising sun shining through the windows. I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, I saw Evan sitting at his desk, writing on a piece of paper. "Morning, Sleepyhead." He smiles, glancing over at me, before returning his gaze to his paper.

"What time is it..?" I groggily say, Evan looks at me, and tell me if Im wrong but I could've sworn I saw him blushing. "Its 6am." "Why are you up?" "I woke up like 5 hours ago and couldn't go back to sleep." "5?!" "Yeah.." I shook my head, disbelieving. I got up, stretching. I went up to Evan's full body mirror, fixing up my hair just a little, I just flattened my fly away, but my hair was still messy.

I realized I only had my boxers and pants on, I had thrown my shirt off before I slept because that how I usually slept. I shrugged, walking over to Evan and looked at what he was drawing. "What are you drawing?" I said, my voice was still a bit deep and raspy. "Well, It was supposed to be you, but its kinda bad." He answers, I could see he was red.

"I think it looks pretty cool!" I smile. I hear Evan's stomach growling, then mine did. "When's breakfast?" I asked, "Uh, Whenever, we can go down and get cereal right now." He says, getting up from his chair. We walk out of the room and down the stairs, quietly, so we wouldn't wake his siblings. He told me his dad was on a trip somewhere for a few days, and his mom wasn't around so it was just us and his siblings.

He grabbed bowls and spoons, then we looked through the three cereals he had to pick what we wanted. We decided on frosted flakes, he put a little in his bowl, then filled mine generously. "Evan! What about you! Theres only a little in your bowl!" I state, whispering. Taking the box of frosted flakes I pour in the same amount that I had in it.

"Im not too hungry.." He whispers, grabbing milk from the fridge. "Whatever! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I whisper, as he pours milk in our bowls. We take our bowls, tip toeing back into his room, we sit in front of his TV as he sets his bowl down and goes to the door, closing the door inch by inch, a steady hand against it.

He closes the door, I admit it was very quiet once he did, he sat down next to me, our knees and shoulders were touching. I feel my face heat up. I start eating my cereal, eager to eat.

He picks up his Xbox controller, and went to Netflix, we started watching some Rom-Com called 'Fate.' ( this is not a fr show, not that i know of btw.)

I saw him eating, and he'd finished the whole thing. I was glad, I hadn't seen him eat a full meal yet. We were watching the show, until a kissing scene showed up, "Eew!" I shrieked quietly, turning away with my hands on my eyes. I hear Evan giggle. "You're acting like a kid!" "Whatever!" I made sure the scene was done, looking back up at the TV.

'I wish that kissing scene was me and him..' At this point, I had just accepted to myself that I had a major crush on Evan, but there was no way in hell I was telling him, We'd only known each other for a week and a half.

I sighed, watching the show, wishing that the two main characters in love, were me and Evan.