One More Night❤ (RossDotTV)

In The Beginning

A/N I'm feeling inspired to do this, so I'm doing it. You can thank the fact that I listened to "One More Night" by Maroon 5 for this. It inspired me X3 Anyway, first chapter and whatnot. I hope you enjoy X3                         ~Cheela_writes

-------------( Tim-Tim's POV )-------------

        I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight filtering in from the window's curtains. I went to sleep pretty late last night. Ross wanted me to help him take care of KP, since the cat had come down with a slight illness. We were gonna take her to the vet today, but seeing as I have work, I might not be able to go with him. I sighed, and shifted to lay on my side. I didn't wanna get up. Sometimes I wished that I had it as easy as Ross. . . or Max. They  at least got to have a bit more rest. I just sat in bed and thought for a moment.

Ross has been really nice to me-- of course he's always nice, but he keeps putting me first in every situation.
Instead of going to Max for things, he's going to me more and more now.
What am I supposed to think of it?
Is there a reason that Ross isn't telling me?--
Does he--

*Knock* *Knock*
"Timmy-Tim-Tam!~"

          Was that Ross? It sounded like it. I'd recognize that soft and happy tone of voice anywhere. I groaned tiredly and pulled the covers over my head. "I don't wanna. . ." I muttered to myself. I closed my eyes tightly and held the covers over me. I heard the door open and footsteps get closer. I groaned. "Wakey, wakey~," I felt a hand being placed inches above my waist. Ross' touch. . . light, soft, his hand moving in a nice back in forth motion. I gave way to a grumble of slight discomfort and shifted slightly. I felt the pressure of Ross' hand lift. "Are you not wakin' up buddy?" He gave the covers a small tug. He let out a discouraged hum and moved to the top of the covers. He grabbed it and tugged it hard. I felt the covers slip from my grasp. I tried to hold on, but it slipped. Ross tore the covers off of me, the lack of warmth from the covers made me whimper. Ross smiled down at me, his blue eyes sparkling. "Time to wake up~" He hummed. "I don't wanna. . ." I mumbled. Ross just stared down at me wordlessly for a moment, scanning my shirtless body, before blinking and seeming to wake up from whatever trance he was in. But there was just this certain look in his eyes. I couldn't explain it. "I-um, you g-get dressed. I'll be waiting in the living room with Max. Take your time buddy." He smiled. I watched him glance at me awkwardly before walking over to my door and leaving. He closed the door, and walked away. I yawned, and stretched my arms up. I sat up, wiping the slight tears I had from yawning away. Today was a Wednesday. I wouldn't have to upload anything to my channel thankfully. So I could have some sort of break.

         I released a sigh and got up, heading over to my closet. I opened it and looked at all I had to wear. "A black t-shirt?. . eh, maybe. Or this green one. ." I mumbled to myself. I wasn't too good with deciding, and I didn't care about my fashion sense either, so I just pulled out a dark gray shirt. I got out a pair of navy jeans as well. I took off my dirty boxers and tossed them into the laundry basket. I got fresh ones out of my closet and slid them on swiftly. After that, I pulled up my jeans and threw on my shirt in a rushed manner. I walked to my door and gripped the knob, slowly pushing the door open. I stepped out, seeing Ross sitting on one of the couches in the living room. The light brunette smiled at me from where he sat. "Hi." I smiled back weakly. I walked down the hall, meeting him in the living room. Ross patted the space beside him and beamed a grin up at me. "Sit." He shifted in his seat slightly. I just stood there for a moment, and turned my head to look at the kitchen. Max was at the table, eating some Mac&cheese. I turned back to look down at Ross. Hesitantly, I sat down beside him. "So, you look great today-- of course, you look great everyday," Ross started. I felt a slight wave of embarrassment at his words. "Y-you too." I returned. It was very awkward, and Ross caught on quickly that I was sorta nervous. He sent me a confused look. "Something the matter?" He wondered. I shook my head and gave way to a small innocent smile. I let myself ease up. I had no reason to act the way I was. "Nah, I'm fine." I glanced at him. I then brought my attention to the TV. "What are you watchin'?" I asked. I looked to see Ross shrug. "Just some show about decorating cakes or somethin'," he replied. I hummed in acknowledgement.