OLD FRIEND - BLAKE YUMI

DIFFERENT

I woke up and stretched immediately feeling stiff, I must have slept weird on my back since it kinda hurt to stretch it and after a moment I sat up while rubbing the sleep from my eyes

Ring! Ring!

I turned to look at the nightstand and picked up my phone, it was Jay.

"Hello?" I yawned

"Dude! Are you okay? You went to yumis place and never answered my messages or calls" he yelled into the phone, worry lacing his tone

I was silent for a second and put him on speaker to check my notifications seeing tons of messages and missed calls from him

"I seriously almost pulled up over there, I thought that freak might've drugged you or something"

I laughed "no he didn't, I had a lot of fun and I wasn't on my phone much last night, I stayed over because I was too tired to drive. Sorry for not answering but I'm perfectly okay dude"

"Okay good I would've- hey! Hey stop that! Spit that out!- hold on I'll text you later this stupid fucking cat is trying to eat a magnet again" and with that he hung up.

I laughed to myself a bit and shook my head, I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in!"

The door opened slowly and I saw Blake's head peak in with a small smile before he came fully in

"Goodmorning- kinda, it's technically 12pm but I thought we could work on some music for a bit? I'd usually go to a studio but I feel like we could fuck around a little"

I thought about it for a moment as he stood by the door, he squinted at me before shaking his head and walking over to my bag at the end of the bed and searching through it

"I'm up for it but what are you-.."

He took out my makeup remover and my cotton pads, he poured some onto two cotton pads before closing the remover and putting it back in my bag

I stared at him curiously before he walked over to me and gently grabbed my jaw and used a cotton pad to gently wipe off my eye makeup "dude- you always forget to wash your makeup off before you go to bed and then it smears all over your stupid face"

I laughed a little at his scolding and let him wipe it off, it immediately brought me back to when we were kids and he would always wipe off my makeup for me when I was too tired or too drunk.

I kept my eyes shut as he wiped away everything and kinda missed the feeling of his hands on my face, and the mumbling in annoyance at the fact I always did this.

Eventually he was done and tossed the two cotton pads into a nearby trash can, he tucked some hair behind my ear causing my eyes to flutter back open as I smiled up at him.

His hand was still on my face as he stared back down at me with a low gaze, one of affection that made my stomach do a few flips.

After a few seconds he cleared his throat and dropped his hands down shoving them into the pockets of his basketball shorts

"Whenever you're ready then my room is down the hall, you'll probably wanna be comfortable cus we might sit there for a few hours so.."

And with that he walked out leaving me to sit and think about the moment that just happened, he never used to be this affectionate when we were kids.. I mean yeah, he did the same things but he always seemed more annoyed he had to care for me, like an older brother.

But this time around felt... different?

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HEY GUYS AUTHOR HERE I TOOK KINDA A BREAK CUS WORK HAS BEEN ACTUALLY KILLING ME BUT I GOT OUT A LITTLE FILLER CHAPTER FOR NOW AND ADDED A LITTLE SPICE TO IT FOR MY SINCERE APOLOGIES 🙏🏼 IVE BEEN ON A LITTLE KICK THO I THINK I GOT MY WRITING SPARK BACK SO EXPECT MORE