Kyle's pov
When I woke up I found myself curled up on Johnnie's lap and he was holding me against his torso. It felt strange when I moved closer. To be honest it felt weird, like really weird and I don't know why; it wasn't like it was the first time we've ever cuddled before, I mean we've even spooned each other while in our boxers.
I eneded up just shurgging it off when Johnnie moved again so we were lying down on the bed and I felt another wave of sleepiness hit me. "Kyleeee wake uppp!" I heard Johnnie's whiney voice say. I groaned and rolled over so he could get up, before getting off the bed.
By now Johnnie was digging through one of my drawers, probably looking for some of the close he leaves here. I guess I was right, because next thing I knew Johnnie was pushing mme out of the bedroom saying he had to change and he didn't want me to see him indecent.
I waited for about five minutes wondering why it takes him so long to change before Johnnie opened the door; he was wearing a The Ready Set shit, black skinny jeans, and a black jacket, that was pretty much like his other one; but this one was dry.
I turned around quickly, trying to hide the blush on my face and started walking downstairs.
When we walked into the kitchen and insanity walked to the fridge before raiding it.
"Kyle can you make me these pleaseeee?"
Johnnie threw the cresent rolls to me, and of course with his shit aim, it hit me in the head. "Fine." I mumbled. "Yay I love you." Johnnie practicaly squeaked. I started taking them out, and just as I was closing the oven I heard Johnnie fall over in his seat. I turned around, smirking as I watch him look like a turtle trying to get off it's back. He kept wiggling around before he manged to roll and around and stand up again.
"Kyleee why didn't you help me in my time of need??" Johnnie whined
I just rolled my eyes at him.
"Shush, at least I'm making you food.
"Okay fine I forgive you." Johnnie said stubbornly.
I picked up the chair and let Johnnie sit down again before I pushed it in for him. After fifteen minutes of hearing Johnnie's story about his dog, the cresent rolls were finally done and before I could even get up, Johnnie was already running to the oven, and throwing oven mits at me. "Come Kyle hurry up or there gonna burnnn!" I walked over putting on the oven mits and taking out the cresent rolls, only to be attacked by Johnnie trying to get one but on succeed in burning his finger.
"Johnnie calm down before you burn your whole arm."
"Your always so mean to me Kyle." Johnnie said while crossing his arms and pouting.
"Oh shut up you little shit." I threw a crensent roll at him and he starting eating, forgetting that we were ever saying anything.
~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~
Johnnie's pov
I waited outside the 7 eleven I went to after leaving Kyle's house my mom had texted me saying that she was gonna pick me up since it had snowed (and started snowing when I left.) I told Kyle she was down the street before I left his house; I hated lying to Kyle, but if I didn't he would just worry about me, and I hate that even more. I don't know why, but I hate it when people worry about me; even though consenting things I've done to myself while I was alone they had every right to, it just annoyed the hell out of me.
It all really started a couple years ago when my dad died and I went into a state of depression, but everyone; including myself, thought it was normal so it wasn't as bad, I talked about it to people, went to therapy, you know just all the normal things people do when someone they loves dies. After a year or so, I thought I was over it and so did everybody else so we all just droped it, even though I still went to therapy for a while, until I only had to go for check-ups; but eventually I started getting depressed again, and I just thought it waould pass so I didn't tell anyone, until I started to self-harm I told Kyle, and my mom. I ended up goibg to therapy again but it didn't get any better and I ended up emptying suicide twice, and I had to go to a mental hospital for a while, and after the whole thing everyone worried about me. But like I said before I don't blame them.
My mom pulled up infront of me and I imedatily opened the door, more than happy to get out of the cold.
"Hey sweety, sleep well?" She asked chuckling a little when she saw Johnnie yawn and rub his eyes. "Let ne guess, Kyle fell asleep on your lap while you were watching T.V again?"
Johnnie just nodded before curling up on the seat and fell asleep.
Kyle's pov
After Johnnie left I went back upstairs to my room, and of course, not only was his dirty close were scattered every were he also left his wet jacket on my bed. "Oh well, inneded to change my sheets anyways." I mumbled to myself when I saw that the jacket had left a gaint wet mark on my sheets. I cleared off my bed before pulling my sheets off while I was doing this my mind drifted back to this morning when I woke up In Johnnie's arms. I still don't know why I'm thinking of this so much; and I still don't know why I was blushing so much after he got dressed, I've known him for almost six years, and never I never felt this way towards him, I even when we started keeping our close at each other's houses, or when we even started sharing close, even when Johnnie's mom was sure we had sex because she found us spooning each other in our boxers in his bed.
I walked downstairs with my sheets and Johnnie's clothes and shoved them into the washing machine, before going upstair and deciding I should stop prodcasting and do my homework and try to forget this whole thing; I'm gonna get over by tomorrow anyways.
