Friends With Benefits - MLM

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My eyes fluttered open. I quickly realized the arm slung over my waist from behind me. I shook it off and focused on the face just inches away from my own. It was Dakotas. I have to admit, he does look really fucking cute when he's sleeping. I sat up and exited the fort. I headed straight for the bathroom.
   I stared at the reflection in the mirror. My hair was messy, but it still looked good. I suppose my hair was fluffy. More fluffy than Ky's, but not as fluffy as Dakotas. The freckles on my face looked like someone splattered brown paint all over it. My eyes were a hazel color. The sunlight brought out the green in them, and the darkness complimented the dark golden color. I hated my nose. It was a button nose. My lips were a tiny bit bigger than average size. My hair was half black and half dark green. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a Nirvana shirt and black and white plaid pajama pants. When I exited the bathroom, Dakota was up already. He yawned as he sat on the couch. I must have startled him because he jumped and widened his eyes at the sight of me. He then softened his expression and looked down.
"Shit, i'm sorry for scaring you!" I apologized in a sympathetic voice.
"It's okay," He said while yawning again. Holy fuck. His morning voice was raspy and extremely deep. He stretched, lifting his shirt up a bit and revealing the skin on his stomach and the waistband to his boxers. I had to look away to hide how red my face got. I quickly shuffled over to him and sat on the cushion beside him.
"How did you sleep?" I asked. I was just trying to start a conversation, because for some reason, my heart was dying to talk to him. About anything, really. Just to hear his voice and know he noticed me, even just to make small talk.
"I slept alright," He responded. The way his voice sounded, all deep and raspy like that, sent butterflies flying through my stomach. My heart must have enjoyed listening to his voice too, because it started beating uncontrollably.
"That's good," I replied, trying not to make it obvious that I was excited just from my voice. I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face though. I attempted not to look at him so he couldn't see me. I did notice his eyes on me, though. It was the only thing I could really pay attention to. He was staring at me with a small, cute smile across his face. I hid my face in my hands and leaned forward until my face was hidden between my knees. Someone else was awake. I jolted my head up and turned it in the direction of the fort. Dakota did the same. Ky walked out and looked from me to Dakota. He narrowed his eyes at Dakota and walked up to him.
"Hey, can I.. talk to you? Now?" Ky said angrily. Why was he angry?
"I don't care." Dakota replied as they walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I don't like eavesdropping, but I just really wanted to know want they were talking about. I tiptoed my way to the bathroom and crouched down behind the corner. I could still hear them, though, considering how loud and angry Ky sounded.
"Why are you trying to steal him from me? I already told you to stay away because I like him. You're so fucking annoying!" I heard a loud slap followed by a whimper.
"Dude, what the hell? I'm just trying to make a friend! You're probably making him uncomfortable, the way you're forcing yourself onto him," Dakota yelled back, his voice shaking a little bit.
"No, he seems into me. I saw him staring at me when we were playing on the PlayStation. Don't fucking ruin another relationship for me like you always do." Ky said, his voice more lowered than before.
"I understand you like him, but you can't just assume he likes you because you saw him looking at you one time. That's not the way to get a boyfriend. You don't even know if he's gay!" Dakota said back.
"I asked Eddie. He told me he was bisexual." Ky said. His voice sounded like he was annoyed and angry. What the hell? I looked at him once. I don't like him, and I don't think I'd ever find myself wanting to date him.
"Well, I don't care if you're into him, too. I know you're gay. Just look at yourself. He is off limits." Ky said. Dakota's gay?
"I am gay. Why does it matter if I like him or not? You can't just claim somebody. That's like treating him like an object. You're so fucking-" I heard another slap, but this one was louder.
"Just shut up! I'm done talking to you. Why don't you just fuck off?" Ky screamed. The bathroom door flew open and Ky stomped out and I heard the front door open and shut loudly. I heard what sounded like crying coming from the bathroom. The door then shut gently. I could still hear him from the other side, though it was muffled. It made me upset hearing him cry. I got up and knocked on the door gently.
"Hello?" His voice called out. I could tell he was trying to mask the fact that he was crying in his voice.
"Hey, can I come in?" I asked. He sniffled and he twisted the handle, opening the door for me. I walked in. He was sitting on the toiled seat, his knees pulled tightly to his chest. His head was down, but I could see black makeup running down his face. He was shaking. Seeing him like that made me want to cry, too.
"Shit, are you alright? I heard a lot of yelling," I asked, sitting down on the floor in front of him. He nodded his head, sniffling.
"He's gone, don't worry. He left. Do you want something to eat?" I asked, my voice soft and gentle. He nodded and stood up. The left side of his face was red. I stood up, too. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. Fuck, what's going on? I hoped he didn't realize how fast my heartbeat was going right now. He smelled so good. I awkwardly put my arms around his torso and rubbed his back. I think I'm having a gay panic right now. I've been in relationships with boys before, but none of them had ever had this effect on me. I rested my chin on the top of his head. We stayed like that for a while until his breathing steadied and he was only sniffling into my shoulder. He let go of me and walked out of the bathroom. I stumbled after him.
   I wandered out of the kitchen and put a plate in from of Dakota at the table, I pulled a chair closer to him than it already was and sat down. I put my arms out in front of me on the table and rested my head on them, tilting my head so I could still see him. How is it possible for a person to be that pretty? I watched as he brought his eggs to his mouth. I just realized his nails. They were painted black. They suited his long, skinny pale fingers. I don't think I can deny it anymore. I like him, and yes, i find him very attractive.