Friend, Please

five

((Jordan's POV))
I get out of Tyler's bed while he is still sleeping and head to the kitchen to look for something to drink. There are tea bags, so I begin making tea. As I wait, I walk to the living room and sit on the couch. Tyler trudges into the room slowly, looking around and scratching his head as if he is confused. "Hey, Ty," I say quietly. His expression composes back into a straight face as he looks at me.
"Hi, Jordan. I woke up and you weren't there, so I freaked out a little," He says quietly.  Tyler sits next to me and yawns loudly. He looks at my face and smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I smile and lie my head on his chest, and Tyler moves his hand down to my waist. He hesitantly sets his hand on my waist, his fingers resting on my stomach. I should be flipping right now, but I'm not.. Why am I not losing my shit? He whispers, "Is there anything else I should know about you?" I sigh loudly.
"Not that I know of. Except that I have had a major obsession with you for the past year." I say with a small giggle.
"What were you, er, obsessed with?" He asks quietly.
"Everything. Your voice, your eyes, your tattoos, your care for your fans, just everything." I say. It's not a lie. I have a major obsession with Tyler. Is that a bad thing? I don't think so..
"I don't see what you could like about me, Jordan," He says with a sigh. I snuggle into his side and yawn quietly. "You tired?" He asks quietly. I nod quickly. Tyler stands up and picks me up bridal style. I giggle as he carries me back to his bedroom. He playfully tosses me on his bed with a quiet giggle. I rush to get underneath the blanket as he climbs on the soft mattress. He lays next to me and throws his arm over my waist. I close my eyes and yawn yet again. As I drift into the oblivion known as sleep, I feel a small kiss planted on my cheek.