Pitbabe the series [oneshot]

Old School Love [alanxjeff]part 3

on the other side, both Babe and Charlie were enjoying themselves 

Charlie was reading babes favorite book and Babe was looking at Charlie instead of listening to Charlie

As Charlie delved deeper into Babe's favorite book, he couldn't help but be drawn into its world of adventure and mystery. The words leaped off the page, painting vivid images in his mind, but now and then, he felt Babe's gaze lingering on him.

Sensing Babe's eyes on him, Charlie glanced up from the book, meeting Babe's gaze with a quizzical smile.

Charlie: "Hey, Babe, are you enjoying the view? You seem pretty captivated."

Babe's cheeks flushed slightly at being caught, but he chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Babe: "Guilty as charged, Charlie. I can't help it. You're more interesting than any book."

Charlie's smile widened at Babe's playful remark, a warm feeling spreading through him.

Charlie: "Flattery will get you everywhere, Babe. But seriously, is there something on your mind?"

Babe hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away before returning to Charlie with a hint of vulnerability.

Babe: "I guess I've just been thinking a lot lately, you know? About life, about... everything."

Charlie nodded, understanding the weight of Babe's words.

Charlie: "I get it, Babe. Life can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. But hey, you're not alone. We're in this together."

Babe's smile softened, touched by Charlie's sincerity.

Babe: "Thanks, Charlie. I appreciate that."

[isn't one-sided  love beautiful sometimes]

As Babe heard the playful growl emanating from Charlie's stomach, he couldn't help but chuckle at the endearing sound.

Babe: "Looks like someone's hungry, huh?"

Charlie grinned sheepishly, his cheeks tinted with a hint of embarrassment.

Charlie: "Guilty as charged. I guess all this reading works up quite an appetite."

Babe's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned in closer to Charlie.

Babe: "Well, lucky for you, I happen to have a batch of cinnamon crunches that I made myself. Would you like some?"

Charlie's face lit up with excitement at the mention of Babe's homemade treats.

Charlie: "Are you serious? That sounds amazing!"

Babe nodded, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

Babe: "Of course! Follow me."

With that, Babe led Charlie to the kitchen, where the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked cinnamon crunches filled the air. Charlie's mouth watered at the sight of the golden-brown treats, and he eagerly reached for one.

Charlie: "Wow, these look incredible! Thanks, Babe."

Babe beamed with pride as Charlie took a bite, savoring the delicious combination of cinnamon and crunchiness.

Babe: "Glad you like them! I've been experimenting with different recipes lately, and I think I've finally perfected this one."

Charlie nodded in agreement, his mouth full of crumbs as he savored the delectable treat.

As Babe reached out to gently wipe the crumbs from Charlie's lips, he felt a sudden softness against his fingertips. Startled, he glanced up to meet Charlie's gaze, only to find himself lost in the depth of his eyes.

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, an unspoken understanding passing between them. At that moment, the air was charged with a palpable tension, crackling with the possibility of something more.

Babe's heart raced in his chest as he felt the warmth of Charlie's gaze washing over him, stirring something deep within his soul. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Charlie's, captivated by the raw emotion reflected in their depths.

But just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and they both looked away, a flush of embarrassment coloring their cheeks. Clearing his throat, Charlie broke the silence, his voice soft yet filled with warmth.

Charlie: "Thanks, Babe. I appreciate it."

Babe nodded, unable to find his voice as he struggled to compose himself. With a shaky smile, he withdrew his hand, the memory of Charlie's soft lips lingering on his fingertips.

As Charlie and Babe settled into Babe's bed for the night, their faces side by side on the pillow, a comfortable silence enveloped them. Each lost in their own thoughts, they lay there in the dim light of the room, the events of the day replaying in their minds.

Babe's Thoughts: "Charlie seems distant tonight. I wonder what's on his mind. He's been acting a bit off since we talked earlier. But I can't stop thinking about him. His smile, his laughter... there's just something about him that draws me in. Maybe it's nothing, but... what if there's more between us? I can't deny this pull I feel towards him. But then again, maybe I'm just reading too much into things."

Charlie's Thoughts: "That girl from the bakery... she was something. Her laugh was infectious, and her smile... lit up the whole room.

On the other side, both Alan and Jeff were sleeping. Suddenly, Alan was having the same nightmare he had been experiencing, of someone getting into a car accident. Jeff woke up from the movement and saw Alan in bad shape.

As Alan's nightmare gripped him in its terrifying hold once again, he found himself trapped in the familiar scene of a car accident, the screeching tires and shattering glass echoing in his ears. His heart pounded in his chest as he relived the horror of that fateful moment, unable to escape the suffocating grip of fear.

Meanwhile, Jeff stirred from his sleep, sensing the unrest emanating from Alan's tossing and turning. Concern etched across his features, he reached out to gently shake Alan awake, his voice soft yet filled with urgency.

Jeff: "Alan, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Startled awake, Alan's eyes flew open, panic coursing through his veins as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. But before he could fully grasp the reality of the situation, he felt Jeff's comforting presence beside him, his arms wrapping around him in a protective embrace.

Alan's heart raced as he clung to Jeff, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace. His breathing ragged, he buried his face against Jeff's chest, trembling with the aftershocks of his nightmare.

Jeff's soothing voice cut through the darkness, a beacon of light in Alan's turmoil.

Jeff: "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. I've got you."

Alan's grip tightened around Jeff, his body shaking with residual fear. But as Jeff gently stroked his hair, a sense of calm washed over him, grounding him in the present moment.

Jeff: "What happened, Alan? You looked really scared."

Alan's voice wavered as he tried to articulate the remnants of his nightmare, the images still fresh in his mind.

Alan: "I... I don't know. It was... the accident again. I can't shake it."

Jeff; what accident

Jeff's expression softened with understanding as he held Alan close, offering silent reassurance in the darkness.

Jeff: "I'm here for you, Alan. Whatever you need, I'm right here."