The Stars That Night [boyxboy]

The Stars That Night {17}

                "Hey. Get up. C'mon, get up."

                I cracked my eyes open as Silas shook me, his voice sleepy. I looked up at him and rubbed my eyes, realizing the TV had been turned off but a light had been turned on.

                "It's three in the morning," he said, stretching.

                I fumbled around for my phone, realizing I had a missed call and texts from my mom. My brain was foggy as I tried to type out that I'd fallen asleep, squinting at the bright light from the screen.

                "You can stay here, but I ain't sleeping on the couch," Silas said, pushing the blanket off himself and getting up.

                I copied him, sending another text to my mom to let her know I was staying here tonight. Silas led me upstairs and to a bedroom I was assuming was his. He opened a closet door and grabbed a pile of blankets, tossing them on the floor. He left the room and returned a minute later dragging a long cushion, settling it on the floor.

                "You can sleep there," he said, dropping onto his bed and closing his eyes. He pointed in the general direction of a door across from his bed. "Bathroom's there, if you need it."

                I was too tired to need it. My bladder could explode and kill both of us right now and it would be worth it if I got a few seconds of sleep before it happened.

                I set up the blankets on the surprisingly comfortable cushion before lying down. I closed my eyes, falling back to sleep almost instantly.

                                                                                                ***

                I rolled over, blinking at the sunlight streaming in from the cracks in Silas's curtains. I looked over, realizing that Silas was still fast asleep, his arm dangling over the side of the bed and his face partially buried against his pillow.

                I rubbed my eyes and looked around his bedroom. I'd been too tired to pay any attention when we came in here last night.

                There was a small bookshelf, the bottom shelf lined with some books and the top shelf lined with some video games. He had a desk with a few CDs lined up on it and postcards from different places. There was a DVD stand at the end of his bed, with a TV on a shelf next to it. A few posters decorated his wall, and there were two pictures on his windowsill. I squinted to make them out, realizing one was of him with Kaito and Jill, and the other was of him with Ray.

                One thing that caught my eye were the lanyards hanging off the edge of the mirror in his room, each one weighed down by an abundance of keychains. I wanted to look at them closer, but I was afraid I'd wake Silas up if I touched them and they made noise.

                That fear was made irrelevant as Silas's bedroom door creaked open. Ray peeked in and noticed I was awake. He looked at Silas and shook his head.

                "Pain in the ass kid needs a sleeping schedule. This is what happens when a kid's never had a bedtime in his damn life," Ray grumbled, coming into the room. He went over and nudged Silas with his foot, hopping away as Silas shot up. "Just me, you lazy ass. Come on, get up."

                "I was sleeping," Silas said, lying back down and closing his eyes.

                Ray grabbed him and pulled him into a sitting position. "And now you're awake. I made the two of you breakfast. Get up."