The faint sound of thumps woke you up to a mess of sheets and comforters. Your eyes lazily searched the bed and you found a big lump underneath the comforter. Laying a hand on it, you pulled back the covers to the mass that was Ian. You watched him as he slept calmly and you smiled, laying a kiss on his cheek. How did you get so lucky?
You were brought back to reality when you heard a continuous thump again. It seemed to come from outside your bedroom door. Standing up from bed you pulled on pajama shorts and a big t-shirt from your floor. You padded across the wooden floor to the door and held your ear to it. Did someone stay over last night? Your memory was fuzzy, you remembered going out and there was some guy that hit you, but after that you couldn't recall.
Opening the door you peeked down the hall and saw a figure walk past the hallway in the living room. It was dark throughout your apartment so you switched on the hall light.
"Ayyy, I think they're alive." A deep voice came from the living room; Joji. You sighed of relief and continued down the hall.
"Whats up?" As you walked into the living room you saw a shirtless Joji sprawled across your couch as he squinted up at you. He looked as if he was still drunk. Probably was to be honest.
Behind you a voice drifted past your ear. "Looking like you two had a fun night, no bra hmm?" Max's hot breath spread across your neck and you threw your head back.
"Shut up Max, I always sleep with no bra." You felt your fave get hot and you shot daggers at Max's back as he walked to the couch and flopped down.
"Mhmm." Max crossed his arms and watched you. "Ian could tell us different."
"Whatever." You rolled your eyes and turned to the kitchen. You felt your stomach growl. You noticed you hadn't been grocery shopping in awhile as you dug through your cup boards and couldn't find shit.
"Hey lets get Denny's.." You shut the cup board door and walked into the door frame of the kitchen and leaned against it.
"Fuck that, I could make the same thing. I noticed you don't have shit to eat but come one, I'm Chef." Max grinned and stood as he pushed past you.
You cringes at his comment and shrugged, "Okay, I want pancakes." You pushed off the door frame and walked to the couch and plopped down next to Joji. Max fumbled around the kitchen and Joji slightly slept. You got annoyed with listening to just Max so you flipped on the television and started to watch 'Rick and Morty'.
After an hour of Max cooking and grumbling, you could start to smell the pancakes. Pushing Joji's legs off your lap you stood up and walked to the kitchen. You sat up on the counter and watched Max as he slid two pancakes on a plate and turned around o hand it to you. "Hope they meet satisfaction." He gave a cheeky smile and turned back to the stove as he made up more for the others.
Hopping off the counter you walked to your pantry and found syrup. You drowned your pancakes in them and started in. "Holy shit, you can cook." You joked with a smirk and walked back to the living room and plopped on the couch. You looked over at Joji as you took another bite. He was slowly waking up as he stretched and let out a yawn followed by a deep groan.
"Whoa, pancakes. You cook?" He sat up immediately and gazed at your pancakes.
Shaking your head you muffled out, "No Max did. There's more." Joji shot up and ran to the kitchen after you said that. You chuckled and continued to eat. Once you were done with your plate you set it down on the coffee table and load down, your eye lids grew heavy and you were out.
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"That's not where it's at! I've found it before and that's not right." You woke up to the shouts of Joji and Ian next to you. You felt a warm hand on your thigh and you looked up to see Ian sitting underneath you as he watched the television screen. He was so precious, his goofy smile and his oversized glasses made him look stupid, but you loved it. You met your hand to his and trailed your thumb around the top of his hand.
Ian took a minute from watching the game Joji played and looked at you. "Look who is finally alive." He smirked and gripped your hand with a squeeze. You smiled right back and sat up, your legs still crossed over his lap. You looked at the video game they were playing; Fallout 4. You rested your head on Ian's shoulder and laughed internally at their fighting over who knew more or knew what was what.
"So I was thinking we should do a video together since most of our fans aren't really aware of us being ya know, a 'thing'. I mean they've seen us hangout in your blogs and some of my snaps you sneak into them but that doesn't mean shit ya know." Ian's eyes stayed glued to the television as he got his turn to play. He spoke with a raspy voice that gave you an impression that he was slightly nervous.
You thought it over and shrugged, "I know my fans wouldn't be upset. I mean yeah most of them are teenage boys but they are nothing like fan girls, sometimes." You chuckled and played with a piece of your (h/c) hair.
"I guess, I don't know. I trust my fans to not freak out. Plus it's my life so if they have a problem with it, sorry but I love you." Ian shrugged as he continued to play, still not breaking from the screen.
Your eyes shot at him and you dropped the piece of hair. "You love me?" You sat up more and your eyes dug at Ian.
"Yeah." You took the controller from him and smiled. "Hey what.." His eyes found yours and you could see his cheeks gain color. So cute.
"I love you, let's do it."
