IS2G

* Nash's POV *

I twisted the knob on the door, snuggled into an oversized hoodie as the cold bit my cheeks. The door swung open and immediatly I could feel the heat from the fireplace smack me right in the face. He squinted and hobbled inside awkwardly, placing down a bag and shutting the door behind me. Turning to face the TV, I saw my room-mate, Cain, curled up on my cushions. Without saving much time to rip the hoodie off, I stormed over to him, my red-hair covering my face. That got annoying, so I flicked it sassily out the way. "My cushions." I snorted, and he simply looked up at me with a face of utter stupidity, however he remained silent which only ticked me off more. "Translation: Get ze fuck off my cushions!" I yelped in my thick German accent. The french asshole simply tilted his head. "Since when did you claim them?" he asked me with a smug grin. I rolled my eyes simply. "Since I sleep down here. This is basically my bed, now get off!" I huffed and he stubbornly shook his head. Well then. I plopped down on his lap and snatched up the TV remote, flicking through the channels despite knowing Cain was watching something. Now you see, I was a real shortie. I was born with a height defect meaning I'd stop growing at a certain age. Unfortunately for me, this certain age was twelve. I was the size of a twelve year old. And I was a short kid anyway, so probably smaller than your average twelve year old. I wasn't a dwarf or whatever, however. Cain on the other hand was a giant compared to me. He was six foot something and a whole load of strength and muscle. He could have easily thrown me off and taken the remote back, but he simply groaned and lifted me off gently, placing me on the pillows. He then walked over to the couch and sprawled across it, leaving me to pick a new program. I, of course, picked a wolf documentry. Not because I'm an animal freak or nerd or anything like that, simply because I was quite literally part wolf. Most of the information on these documentries was wrong. I heard Cain open a bag of popcorn behind me, and I turned around, taking a handful of them, carefully placing the soft buttery pieces in and letting them melt on my tongue whilst complaining how fake the documentry was.

A few hours later

I hadn't realised I had fallen asleep dreamlessly in front of the TV. It was still on, but instead of the wolf documentry it was rambling on about sasquatches. I flicked it off and turned around, to see Cain had left. Probably gone to sleep. Was Austin even home yet? Probably. I wanted to go upstairs to check they were still in the house, but if they were they wouldn't appreciate me waking them up for no reason. I sighed and grabbed my phone, checking the time. 3am. I groaned and lay back, letting thoughts fill my mind. However I somehow couldn't force myself back to sleep. I grunted and got up, hobbling over to the kitchen where I would look around. I was hungry, and I needed food. Though tasks like this were never easy for me. I attempted to open one cubboard door to get a plate, standing on my tiptoes with my hand stretched up. The tips of my fingers could touch the handles but I couldn't grab them. Pouting, I walked over to the table and grabbed a wooden chair, pushing it as silently as I could back into the kitchen. I positioned it in front of the cubboard and climbed up quietly onto it, though the wood creaked. This time I could grab the handle and managed to open the door. I grabbed a china plate carefully when I heard a voice behind me. "Nash what the fuck are you doing?" the voice groaned and I jumped, stumbling back. I almost dropped the plate and fell off the chair but, shakily managed to keep balanced. I glanced over my shoulder to see a very tired and grumpy looking Cain. I smiled awkwardly and placed the plate on the counter, hopping onto the tiled floor. "Getting something to eat." I nodded and began pushing the chair back, when Cain came over to help. He picked the wooden piece of furniture up and then put it down quietly again. "Austin still isn't home and I'm a light sleeper." he glared down at me and I suddenly felt quite uncomfortable. "Sorry.." I appologised and quickly went back to making myself a sandwich. To my surprise, he didn't go back upstairs, not even when I was done. I put everything away and then sat on the counter, taking a bite into my sandwich whilst Cain watched me- for whatever reason I don't know. He was still watching me after I'd ate. "What?" I asked him finally, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He just shrugged. "Nothing. You barely eat, that's all." he mumbled and looked at the clock. 3:30am. He looked back at me and then walked back upstairs. I watched him go silently and then slipped back to my cushions, curling up on them. Perhaps I could squeeze in another five hours worth of sleep?