Hoodie x Masky

Chapter one; A Normal Night

Masky's P.O.V.(Point Of View)

           I was just sitting on my bed, minding my own business, looking at my phone. Hoodie all of the sudden jumped on me, pretty much attacking me in a hug. I looked down at him as he laid on my chest, I smiled a little under my white and black mask.
            Hoodie had his mask off and he was wearing a black shirt and jeans, instead of his hoodie. "Why are you still wearing your mask, Tim?" Hoodie asked, sounding confused, but in a fake tone, like he was playing around, like always.
             "Because I don't really take it off, Brian. And I thought I'd told you to call me Masky not Tim," I said, trying not to laugh, for some reason I wanted to laugh, but why? It wasn't funny.. was it?
           Hoodie chuckled. "Take it off!" He tried to take my mask off, but I playfully pushed him off, set my phone down on my nightstand, and started to run away, out into the halls.
           I heard him chasing me, he was a loud runner, my footsteps were but a mouse's. "God dammit Tim! Your so fucking fast!" I heard Hoodie shout from behind me, farther away.
            I slowed down a bit, just so he could catch up, we were playing like little kids, after all.
             He grabbed me and we tumbled down the stairs, into the living room. Playfully wrestling on the floor against the side of the couch.
             Hoodie was on top of me, he was winning. "You ain't winning this time!" I rolled over and top of him and we continued to wrestle.
I noticed he had a cu-I mean, ad-, he just had a smirk on his face like he had a plan. I noticed but pretended not to, since last time I avoided his plan he threw a hissy fit like a little two year old would, he wouldn't take to me until I literally carried him like a baby, I'm not going threw that again.
He took my mask off and tapped my nose, that made me fall over and laugh, his classic move, whenever he touched my nose I fell and laughed, he knew this.
"So, your gonna' win?" He smiled down at me as he got up, holding his hand out after he was standing.
I took his hand and let him help me up. "Fine, you win, Brian."
He smirked then hugged me, Why is he always so friendly like this? Like, he hugs all the time, even on missions, I thought to myself.
I yawned then he yawned. We both must have thought the same thing and that was sleep 'cause we both raced up the stairs and into our bedroom onto separate beds. Of course his bed was yellow and black while mine was a dark pumpkin orange with black. I dozed off shortly after.