For The Rats (One-Shots)

Waking Up Next to Evan Thomas but You're Sage Ashford.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Evan's peaceful face as he lay against the wall of my small bunk. His eyelashes were dark with residue of eyeliner from the night before, his steady breathing filled the small space in a quiet rhythm. 

Last night had been colder after we all got in the van, but the blanket was now wrapped around our torsos, leaving our contrasting hoodies peaking from under it warmly. 

Evan and I contrasted quite a bit. I admired his gentle breathing, his bleached blonde hair and light grey hoodie. How it clashed with my black hair and black hoodie, like yin and yang. Our eyes were different colors, but the smudged eyeliner matched. His face this close to mine, our bodies warm and comfortable, bred a feeling of contentment that I never thought I could ever experience. I had thought it wasn't in the cards for me. So I savored this tranquil moment with him, relaxing until the sound of the curtain being drawn open tore through the peacefulness. Mere seconds later, snickers filled the air. 

I groan and roll my eyes, twisting my head back to look at my drummer, who was peeking in with a mischievous smirk. 

 "Rise and shine, lovebirds," he announces, enjoying our state. Gently, Evan's mouth twitches into a suppressed smile despite his feigned slumber. A warm smile graces my own face in response to his subtle amusement, and I shift, stretching. 

"Mhm," I answer, turning back to face Evan. His breath was warm. 

"You're being summoned, I was told to wake you guys," he says. I nod. 

"We'll be up," I assure him fondly, draping an arm over Evan's body. I didn't feel tired, just cozy. Comfortable. Bliss. A warm kind of happy. I was so grateful for this. 

I hear the van door shut, and I smile, gently tracing little circles on Evan's back. 

"Good morning," I murmur, feeling the warmth of his presence. 

 The man's eyelids flutter open, his warm, sparkly blue eyes meeting mine. He gazes at me sleepily, with a smile on his lips. 

"Good morning," he replies, his voice still heavy with drowsiness. 

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A/N: I edited this one hahaha because when I wrote it, it was 3 am and I was half asleep. Like i woke up to write this. But this is what we had in there: 

"   I look at Evan, whose eyes are still peacefully shit.    " 

"       "Good morning," I murder.          " 

"    my lip ring must be weird, huh.     " 

"        Evan breaks out a smell.          " 

"      Evans light blue eyelids flutter open       " 

Love you allllll!