Cross is new to my brother's little gang
i have met him before but can't seem to remember talking to him a lot. Maybe we just had a chat or something. Whatever it was, im too tired to think. im too tired for anything.
(nighttime)
"Umm...hi?" Cross says, awkwardly
"Hey, so which part of the bunk bed do i get?" i ask. to the point.
"Oh right- i usually take the top bunk but whichever one you uh prefer" he hurriedly replies. I can sense anxiety in him. At least i know my abilities are still functioning in this situation.
"I'll take the botton then, and when do you wake up?"
"Uh around, i dunno maybe 8?"
"Sounds great" i say as i pull back the blanket and slide into bed. I smile a bit, just to signal Cross that I am very much satisfied. He looks relieved. I don't think he talks to people a lot. He seems friendly though. He smiles back weakly and turns off the lights. Well good night i suppose...
the blanket smells of cinnamon
its soothing
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bad humour + good story (hopefully)
Humorim trying to come up with a name for this story enjoy ig