Gavin was the first to wake.
His fortress of dreams was dilapidated on top of the sleeping forms of his friends, and he was surprised to find how.. Close Michael was. His face heated up to a beet red as he shimmied out of the boy's grasp.
After somewhat-successfully untangling himself, he slinked into his room, also known as the Ramsey's guest room. It was painted a grass green with a too-soft bed and too-firm pillows. He changed into a loose shirt and a pair of shorts before returning to the living room to find a drowsy and disoriented, slurring-from-sleep Michael.
"Gav, wha' time isit?"
Gavin chuckled softly before sitting down next to him on the floor.
"Early, but it's Saturday. You should sleep."
Michael grumbled irritatedly before yanking Gavin down beside him.
"You got up. S'not cool t'just leave."
Gavin blushed profusely as Michael slung his arms around him once again, his grip loose from drowsiness. A small snicker erupted from the brit, and Michael peeked an eye open again.
"What's so funny?"
Gavin had a too-big smile plastered to his face, and Michael found it.. Attractive. He was surprised by the tan-haired boy's answer.
"I like it when your nice to me."
Michael huffed softly in his face out of amusement. "Is that so? You know I'm just teasing most of the time, right?"
"Yeah.. I know."
They both of them shared a silent moment together, Michael with his eyes shut and Gavin blushing and snuggling closer.
Gavin glanced over his shoulder to check if everyone was still sleeping, and thankfully, they were all sound asleep. He heaved a sigh before attempting to slip out of Michael's embrace. But the grip only tightened.
"Micool.. I have to get up."
"For what?"
That made him pause. What was he afraid of, exactly? Hurting Ray's feelings? Being made fun of?
"I don't want the others knowing.." Gavin mumbled ashamedly. Michael bobbed his head in understanding before letting a sigh of his own slip past his lips. He flicked open his eyes before replying.
"Neither do I.. I don't know /what/ they'll think." He motioned to the snoring guests. "That, and I think Ray has taken a liking to you."
The last part of his sentence held the faintest note of jealousy, which was enough for Gavin. The foreign boy pressed his lips briefly against the shorter boy's forehead that was hidden behind a small curtain of hair. Michael tensed, his limbs tightening before he forced himself to relax. That took him by surprise but.. It was a good surprise.
"I know."
With that, Gavin left Michael's warm arms for the kitchen. Michael huffed, but let him leave without another word, his mind running rampent. He liked Gavin, more than he'd like to admit, but a nagging tone in the back of his head spoke.
What about Lindsey?
He had liked Lindsey for awhile now, and he was planning on asking her to the movies; a generic date, but a date all the same; when Gavin fell into their lives. He was excited to meet the brit, mostly for his skills that outlasted Ray's violent button-mashing, but also because he sounded interesting.
When he first saw Gavin, he wasn't surprised to find he was handsome, but he found his slight shyness to be quite attractive. And the way he played soccer..
Michael had an all-around crush on the British-Boy Blunder, not that he would willingly admit, but his feelings for Lindsey were still there, growling at him like a beaten bulldog. Lindsey was the acceptable choice. The one who he could be with and not be made fun of.
But he wanted to be the cause of the too-big smile on Gavin's face.
Gavin went to the kitchen with Dan in mind. He and Dan had been really close before he came down here. They used to spend so much time in his tiny garden and run little experiments. They had a small, growing channel on Youtube, called the Slow Mo Guys. Gavin laughed softly to himself as he mulled over their recent videos. They always chose the coolest things to shoot, whether it was water balloon fighting or exploding paint. He really liked Dan, and his comment about upcoming Christmas...
Gavin sighed heavily, hugging himself with a tight grip on his elbows. Michael had snaked his way under his skin. And Ray..
Gavin whimpered smally in frustration. His anxieties that had made him so ill before tickled the back of his throat and forced him to gag slightly. He was stuck between his companion, the interest, and the interested.
After toasting a piece of bread and calming his spasming gag-reflex, he nibbled silently before disappearing into his room. He jumped on his laptop and logged onto Youtube, watching the most recent Slow Mo episode that Dan did by himself. It was barely 10 seconds into the video before he dedicated the video to Gavin, smiling ear-to-ear.
Oh, if only he knew..
