Started with A Sleepover.

Chptr. 1 -- Man God.

       -:-:- Quinn's POV -:-:-

   "Oliver, 18, He currently works at a retro yogurt shop downtown." I read out loud the ID in the wallet that I just found behind my old couch.

      Confused, I reach back behind my couch in search of my favorite sweatshirt I lost a few days ago. I needed that sweatshirt. My whole life-- My hand touches something that almost feels like a shirt. Dumbstrucked, I climb on my couch and take a peek at the mysterious shirt-like thing that cut me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, God." I whisper, looking at the small human frame behind my old couch.

     My little brother, Jack, had a sleepover with his friend. I'm guessing they stayed up all night and the duckling wondered off from the nest. I sighed looking at --assuming Oliver behind my couch, I feel like the kid is crammed back there. How did he even manage to get back there half asleep?

    I moved the rickety old couch, noticing Oliver had my sweatshirt clammed in his hands. Great. Now I have to get my sweatshirt from him without waking the poor kid. I pick Oliver up and started carrying him to my bed. He doesn't weigh too much. I smirk before observing his features. He has almost red-burgundy hair tone, feminine but not to feminine chin and cheek bones, he's short, for sure. About 5'2.

   As I reached my bedroom, Oliver starts moving in my hands. I jogged to my bed and placed him on my comforter. Trying to get my sweatshirt from his hold wasn't a problem. Oliver lets go of the sweatshirt with ease but spreads out taking half my bed. I sigh and throw my sweatshirt in my dirty laundry. I lay on the other side that he isn't hogging. This kid may be small, but damn.

    I lay there for awhile, thinking about how the day was. It wasn't to shabby, honestly. Suddenly I feel Oliver push his back against my side. God, this kid was freezing, but I let him stay. After a few minutes my eyes droop close and I fall asleep. That night I dreamed of a good ass breakfast. Bacon, eggs, pancakes smothered with peanut butter. Yes please.

        -:-:- Oliver's POV -:-:-
-That night-

I sat there as Jack watched a horror movie, too say the least, I wasn't to fond of them. We were currently having a bet on who can stay awake the longest. I was, of course, loosing. But what was itching at me the most was when I would fall asleep. I might have trust issues with sleeping around other people, more so sleepovers at Jacks. I'd always fall asleep first, and wake up in the morning with shite all over my face. Note to self, never fall asleep first around Jack.

    Now I'm at the point to were I'm about to collapse, but I refuse to fall sleep where he can find me. I hop up to my feet feeling droopy.

"Hey Jack?" I spoke breaking my best friends focus.

"Yeh? You're not going to tell me that you surrender, are you?" Jack responds smirking.

"Get your head out of your ass for once. No, I'm not tired yet." I snickered back at him.

"Okay, okay." Jack spoke and does the stupid Jazz hands thing.

"Where is the restroom?" I ask.

"Down the hall, to the left." Jack glances at me and returns his focus to the tv.

Once I was out of that hell hole, I searched for a place to fall dead asleep. On the couch? No, no, he'll find me and ruin my beautiful face with a marker. I sigh looking around. Behind the couch?

"Yes." I whisper.

    I climbed into the crowded area and find a sweatshirt. Better than nothing I guess. I cramped myself and cuddled with the sweatshirt. In all honesty, it smelt good. Like cinnamon and evergreens. I cling to the cinnamon and evergreen smell and drift into sleep.

    When I awoke from my deep sleep, I smell the cinnamon and evergreen scent clung around me.
I yawned, sitting upright in a bed. Bed? I opened my eyes and found myself in a all white comforter. It was like heaven, the lights of the early sun shone through the white curtains, leaving a beautiful scene. I wiped my face to see if there was any marker or stuff on it. Thank the Holy Cactus God there wasn't. I looked around too see exactly were I ended up last night. I thought I went behind Jack's old couch...

    Suddenly the bed shifted a bit and I heard a grunt. Noticing I was in someone's bed, my face turned beat red and I launched myself out of the bed. I heard the person let out a half sloppy groan.

"I'm s-so, so s-sorry, I wa-was half asleep and I-I didn't know I was in your bed. S-sorry." I pleaded to the half asleep owner.

"It's alright kid." Spoke the most husky voice my virgin ears had heard. I opened my eyes to find a God of a man sitting upright still half asleep, yawning.

"I found you sleeping behind my couch, Jacks friend?" He spoke, shuttering my thoughts.

I nodded quietly still admiring the Gods features.

  Once the Man God was fully awake, he took a glimpse at me. My heart stopped. He had the most beautiful brown eyes with peaks of gold, jet black hair like Jacks, but shorter, he has pleasurable bed head and a striking jaw line. Like a God.

I didn't know I was staring until the God let out a yawn. He dragged himself out of the bed. He was wearing a deep red shirt with black basketball shorts-- I'm staring again.

I quickly excused myself out of his room. I needed to find Jack, but I've never been in this part of his house. I stumbled into the hallway my stomach let out a deep grumble, then a husky laugh sounded behind me. I turned to see Man God leaning on his doorway.

"Want some breakfast?" He asked amused.--

-;-:..; Authors Note ;..:-:-
Okay, I know to not the best, but I tried.

And no...

I didn't drink and drive kids.

Don't drink and drive.

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