Glowing

Thunder

~Damien's P.O.V~

Cerulean eyes stared back at me as I pressed my forehead to the cool glass of the bathroom mirror. Caleb's stupid nosiness into my private life had bothered me more than I cared to show. It wasn't his buisness what happened to my family, and he certainly didn't need to know, soulmate or not. Some things are better left in the past. I gripped the porcelain sink and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. This was not how I wanted this day to go. 

Standing back upright I turned the tap on. Cold water ran over my hands and my arms bristled. Cupping my hands  I let the water pool in them before splashing it onto my face.  What a day, my Father was definitely going to kill me tomorrow.

Suddenly I heard a loud crash from outside the bathroom door. It sounded like something large had fallen somewhere in Caleb's bedroom. I quickly dried my face on the soft, blue...Is this a Voltron towel? Opening the bathroom door I looked out to see what had fallen.

It was Caleb.

On the floor.

Face first. 

"What the hell, man?" I laughed before pulling out my cellphone and snapping a picture. He had fallen in such a way that his face and chest were on the floor while his legs were behind him still up on the bed. It looked like some kind of weird Yoga pose.  As he got up however I noticed that he seemed a little more anxious than usual. 

"Y-you didn't see anything!" He brushed himself off before quickly walking by me and across the room to a large wardrobe. It had several different stickers and drawings pinned to its doors. He grabbed some pajamas from the bottom drawer before he turned to look at me. He stared for a moment before glancing quickly back to his pajamas and stuffing them back into the drawer. 

"What? Got some weird nerdy shit on your Pj's? " I raised an eyebrow, craning my neck to see. 

"NO! I-I mean maybe..." His face was a bright red and he wouldn't look at me directly. 

"Look I already know you're a huge nerd so whatever dumb Pj's you own can't make you look any more stupid than you already do." He seemed to think it over for a second before retrieving the pajamas again. He tucked them under his arm before dashing out of the room. Before I could follow he returned and handed me a pair of striped blue pajama pants. 

"Here. These are my Dad's. I figured my things wont fit you so you can wear these. He won't mind." The way he held them out to me was as though he was trying to hand feed a lion a piece of meat. 

"Uh, Thanks." I took the pajamas from him and glanced around. I mean we were both guys anyways so changing shouldn't be a problem. Or so I thought. 

As I turned around to undress Caleb quickly ran out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Weird. I finished changing and sat on his bed. It was comfortable. The Star Wars sheets were cringy as hell though. Who would even buy these over the age of 10? A knock on the bedroom door startled me. 

"A-Are you done?" I could hear Caleb's muffled voice from beyond the door. 

"Tch. Yeah." I layed back against his pillow and placed my arms behind my head. 

He entered the room and froze when he noticed I was on his bed. He had an armful of blankets and a large fluffy pillow. I looked him up and down. Did he really expect me to sleep on the floor like some kind of dog? Does he not know how much training I do to stay In shape? I wasn't about to wake up sore and aching because of a hardwood floor when I had a game tomorrow. 

"Good, you brought your own bed." He stared at me for a long while before setting up a makeshift bed in the middle of the room.

"Actually this is for you." He said it almost inaudibly but I still heard him.