AU
WTE ⚠️: they were roommates.
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~Skeppys POV~
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I'm putting away a few dishes when our front door swings open, bads home. My face lights up and I speedwalk to the door to greet him.
"Hey! How was your day?" I ask with a smile. "Good, how about you?" He responds while kicking off his shoes, smiling too.
"Well I stayed home all day and mostly just cleaned and stuff so boring but I got stuff done." I shrug, smile dropping.
"Still up for that movie?" He asks, only smiling wider. "Yeah! Your bed or mine?" I ask. We have our own seperate rooms but we usually sleep in eachother's so it's kind of just wasted space.
"Mine." He states and begins walking to his room, I follow closely. When we get there, he removes his zip up and climbs under his blanket, lifting one side to invite me beside him.
I follow suite, and he wraps his arm around me. Then he turns his TV on with his other arm and goes to netflix.
As he looks up the movie we'd planned on watching I shift towards him to get more comfortable, mostly on my side, one leg up and bent at the knee over his leg, other similarly but less bent.
He moves his hand to place it gently on my ass, and I melt into the touch, almost immediately comfortable.
Then the movie starts and he rests his head on mine.
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After the movie is mostly over and we've been chatting through it like we usually do pointing out embarrassing or funny stuff and joking, I say,
"I love yo-" to which his body tenses up and he cuts me off with a quick "I have to go to the bathroom." And pauses the movie.
My smile fades quickly as he gets up and basically speeds off to the bathroom. "I'm sorry I.." I trail off. "Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.." I finish saying quietly, knowing he can't hear.
My chest feels tight, and my bottom lip trembles. My heart beat quickens and I scoot up more towards his pillows, knees up by my chest.
I look at the bathroom door, water running while it's clear he's not using it. Stalling, he's stalling.
I wrap my arms around my legs and let my head rest on top of them, and I swallow hard as I begin to tear up.
Reluctantly I let the tears fall, if I keep them in they're gonna come out eventually anyway. I turn my head towards his wall, a small polaroid photo of me and him at the fair a year ago taped slanted on said wall.
I sniffle, and tears come quicker. Why is this so complicated? Does he even care? I don't understand why we can't-
My thoughts are then cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening. I quickly wipe my tears away, and blink a lot to hopefully make my eyes less red.
He comes back into his room hesitantly, as if he was hoping I wouldn't be there when he did. I look up at him with cloudy eyes, saying nothing rather than being excited like I usually am.
