low-key / rarl

seven

carl's pov

(dream in italics)

"so, do you want to play some video games?" ron asked me.

"no, i'm actually really tired" i replied.

"me too" he sighed.

"i should probably go home now." i got up.

"why?" he asked.

"i'm tireddd and need to sleep" i restated.

"you could stay here" ron suggested.

"i mean, i could, i don't want to be a bother to yo-"

he cut me off, "no, it'll be a delight to have you."

"you sure?"

"positive." he smiled.

"i have nowhere to sleep" i said.

"that won't be an issue, pleeaaase stay" he begged.

"fine." 

a smile appeared on his face, as contagious as it was, i was now smiling.

we had been hanging out often, i loved being around him.

"hey, carl?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"yeah, ron?"

"come here, lets talk about our days" he invited.

it started off with us just talking like best friends would, a distance between us going on and on about our days and everyone we don't like, our morals and values, everything we could think off. however, as we'd change topics, our distance between us would decrease. 

my head was peacefully on his shoulder, his arm around me. occasionally, i'd look up at him, he'd stare back. our beautiful eyes connected, it was a graceful moment. it would happen so many times, our eyes would connect, but our lips left in wonder, mystery of what we could be. 

and in that moment of wonder, it took us the courage to lean closer and closer until our lips would almost pull themselves like it was meant to be.

and this is what i woke up from,

nightmares?

i wish.