Pezzy x Male Reader

Chapter 7 - Getting a Little Closer

Y/n's POV

As I'm laying in bed staring off into space, I start to think about the past year of knowing Max. We've talked almost daily, and I get to see him all the time. I am absolutely in love at this point, like the term "crush" is nothing compared to how I feel about him. I feel like I could trust him with my life, and I can only hope he feels the same. After realizing that I'm smiling like an idiot at the thought of him liking me back, I decide to ask him when it would be okay to drive over. We're not close enough to where I can just show up unannounced, but I don't need a reason to be over. I fucking love the days where we're doing our own things in his room while enjoying each other's company. A couple times, he's even sat by me with his head leaned on my shoulder, and I had to try my hardest not to kiss his forehead right then and there. I consider calling him instead of sending a text, but I remember how awful and evil phone calls are and choose the easier option of texting.

Hey Max, think I could come over sometime today?

"Yeah, that sounds cool :) I do gotta warn you that I am editing a video so we won't be able to do much"

That's perfectly fine with me, I'll probably come over in an hour or so, see you soon :))

After putting my phone down I realize I was fully laying in bed, kickin' my feet and shit, and I almost punched myself out of embarrassment. He deadass has me blushing, kicking my feet, and freaking out at the thought of hanging out... I am so incredibly down bad. I leave my bed, and take my time getting ready, getting distracted several times throughout the process.

Pezzy's POV

After talking with y/n, I can't help but smile knowing they'll be over soon. I feel bad that I can't give him all of my attention while he's here since my editor got sick, but I'd rather enjoy each other's company in silence than not at all. I think about all of the videos I recorded that won't be posted anytime soon and groan as I lean back in my chair. I've barely started editing and I already remember why I hired an editor in the first place. I roll my eyes and get back to it, feeling a slight stress build up in the back of my head.

Around what feels like an hour later, I hear my doorbell ring and immediate relief spreads through me at the forced break from editing. I speed walk down the stairs and to the door in the most discreet way possible, not to show how excited I am at y/n's arrival. I open the door and smile, backing up to let him walk in.

"Hey y/n! Welcome in, welcome in. You want somethin' to drink?" I say, remembering I've got a 12 pack of pepsi sitting in the fridge, with very few cans taken out.

That sounds great actually, how's the editing been going?

"Well uh... I'm remembering why I hired an editor in the first place, that's for sure" I say with a pained smile, walking to the fridge as y/n follows.

Ah, I see. Sorry man, hopefully I can cheer you up a bit so it's not as bad? I'm a funny guy, I swear!

I smile at his comment as I grab two pepsi's from the fridge, and hand him one. His fingers brush mine and I'm honestly dissapointed at the butterflies that appear in my stomach because of this. We make small talk as we walk up the stairs, sipping on pepsi and joking around. We make it to my office while y/n pulls up another chair to sit beside me while I work on editing the hours of footage I got from lethal company days before. The editing feels like 10x less of a pain when y/n is right next to me, cracking jokes and pulling his signature, contagious grin.

Y/n POV

A couple hours of watching Max edit go by, and I'm not gonna lie, hearing his humming mixed with the muttering under his breath has made me sleepy. Not in a bored, uninterested way, but more in a "you're too calm and comforting" kind of way. I'm slowly drifting off, slightly leaned towards him. I feel my body slouch over, head resting on his shoulder. Normally, I would freak out and apologize anywhere between 5-18 times, but because of how tired I am I let myself fall in and out of consciousness. I almost feel bad when he tenses up at my head on his shoulder, but I'm already sleeping by the time I think about sitting up.

Pezzy's POV

My brain comes to a violent halt when an added weight appears on my shoulder. At first I'm really confused, but when I look over at y/n, all sleepy and slouched into me, I freeze. I promise I'm cool calm and collected in most situations, but him putting enough trust in me to fall asleep on me is something I wasn't prepared for. I'm almost mesmerized by the soft hairs falling into his face as he shifts a bit. Y/n' hair looks so, so soft and touchable, I reeeaally want to feel it. Before I'm really even thinking at all, I reach out towards his head.

Y/n's POV

I still falling in and out of sleep when I feel a soft, careful touch on my head. Because of how out of it I am, I don't question it too much. My hair is just being pet, with fingers running through it on occasion, and to be honest it feels really nice. Then I realize where I am, and who I'm with. Max is touching my hair. Not just touching, he's petting my hair, and running his fingers through it. For some reason though, instead of "waking up" or letting him know I'm conscious, I keep my eyes closed. I don't really know what came over me, but I decide I don't want this feeling to end, and eventually Max is petting my hair with his left hand, and barely editing with his right. It feels so nice, and so soothing. I feel like I'm being lulled back to sleep, and eventually I let the tiredness take over, knowing tonight would be a long one with a nap this late...