Daniel? (BoyXBoy)

Seven- Morning

I woke up, blinking to soften the glare of light. I sat up and rubbed the sleepy from my eyes. 

"Uhh.. Walter stop moving." 

Daniel groaned. I jumped, forgetting he was even here.

"Oh, sorry."

I mumbled. I reached over him and grabbed my phone. It was already 6 am. I let out a deep sigh, and Daniel peeked at me. 

"What?"

He groaned again, but offered me a soft smile before closing his eyes again. 

"Get up lazy. We have to get ready for school. Did you bring clothes?"

I crawled over him and got up. I switched the light on, making everything even brighter. 

"Come on."

I mumbled again, tossing a pillow at him. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes.

"I brought jeans. Share me a shirt?"

He asked, pulling his jeans from his bag.

"Sure."

I pulled my shirt over my head and turned to look at Daniel. Who was pulling the pajama pants I let him borrow the night before off. My eye caught sight of his V line and I stopped to stare. Until I heard him laugh.

"Like?"

He teased, smirking. I felt my face heat up and I looked away. Which just made him laugh.

"So-Sorry."

I mumbled, pulling on a new shirt. I didn't pay attention to the design, it might have been a panda on drugs or something. 

"It's fine. Trust me not the first time."

Heart skipped.

"Shirt please?"

"Oh, yeah."

I turned to him again and tossed him another random shirt from my drawer. He held it up and raised an eyebrow.

"A Barbie on fire?"

He questioned.

"What else do you have?"

"Umm.." 

I hesitated then dug around some more. 

"Oh. Here."

I took the barbie one and handed him another.

"We don't have the same style but. This one is more you."

"Thanks."

He put it on and the small material stretched over his body. Looking twice as better as I ever would in that shirt.

"'Twenty One Pilots'. Is that a band?"

He asked.

"Yeah."

I nodded.

"I like them a lot." 

I felt his arm hang heavily around my shoulders.

"I wanna hear them too, then. Okay? Share me some songs later."

I nodded slightly and shrugged him off.

"Alright. But let me get dressed!"

I stripped off my pants and pulled on new ones fast. I tied on my shoes and looked into the mirror. I was caught up in fixing my hair and forgot, again, that Daniel was here. He stood a few feet away, out of mirror distance and watched me. I fiddled with the gaps in my bangs and tried to decide. Tucked behind my ears, or not tucked.