Means of Despair

4: sleepovers

Vic sat on my bed, looking around my room.

I went to my CD cabinet, before realising it'd just be rude to play a CD in his presence. I heard a series of taps.

I turned around, seeing vic moving his hands in a weird way.

I looked confused.

He picked up his notepad Thank you for letting me stay with you.

No problem.

We Changed into some PJs. Vic just slept in a hoodie and his boxers. It was cute because my hoodie was huge on him. I was wearing my usual sleepwear, which consisted of some PJ pants and a loose V-neck tee shirt.  Vic came out of the bathroom, from changing. I wasn't really sure why he didn't change in my bedroom. He climbed into bed with me. I turned off the lamp next to my bed and I felt little hands on my chest.

I gasped.

Vic buried his face in my chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him as close as I could. I heard a tiny gasp escape his lips.

He tensed a bit but calmed down quickly, snuggling up to me.

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Vic went home the next day and Monday I found him on my mind as I sat in class with Tony.

"Dude, what's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're spaced out dude."

"Shut up you freaking turtle."

School went by agonisingly slow, but once it ended I ran to the park. I frantically looked around, not seeing Vic anywhere. Then I saw him being pushed to the ground.

"Hey!" I yelled, running up to the conflict. I picked Vic up.

He cried into my shoulder as I carried him to my house.

I sat him on my bathroom counter and furrowed my eyebrows. He didn't have a sketchbook. He always had a sketchbook. I went to my room and got a notebook.

What happened?

They hurt me.

I cleaned him up and gave him a hoodie to sleep in. I wasn't letting him leave me tonight.

He was curled up in my bed with me. He was so adorable. He was asleep.

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I woke up with him in my arms. It was adorable.

He stirred in his sleep and I softly shushed him. He calmed down. His tired little eyes opened and I cooed at how cute he was. He looked at me and started to panic a bit.

I let go of him.

He got up, walking over to where he plugged his phone in. He checked his phone and smiled, squealing a bit.

I picked up a notebook, writing quickly.
What?

Jaime! I'm going to get surgery so I can hear again! It's by that great?!

That's amazing!

My heart broke a bit. I knew Vic cared about me but what if he stopped caring about me?

I. I. I love him.