Falling For Mr. Sundae | ✔

30. Juice Boxes & Crackers

I was in Julian's room. Julian's tiny room that was just big enough to fit a twin sized bed and dresser. While he was down the hall making sure his brothers (mainly Donnie) were in bed I sent a message to my mom, letting her know I was staying over at a friend's tonight. Then I turned my phone off so I'd have a plausible excuse as to why I didn't see her messages that would mostly likely be questioning me about this "friend".

As I waited for Julian to come back I looked around the room. The walls were bare of anything besides a drawing I assume was made by Donnie tacked to the wall. I wasn't sure what it was meant to be. A Christmas tree? Ice cream cone? There were comics stacked on the dresser and a few bottles of cologne. I picked one up and instantly recognized it as the scent he usually wore.

A grey hoodie hung on one of the bed post. It was the one he let me borrow at the beginning of summer. It was crazy to think that we were together now. I was so caught up in remembering that night that I hadn't noticed Julian come into the room until he spoke.

"You plan on stealing that?"

I glanced at him over my shoulder. "Don't you know that I'm now entitled to all of your hoodies?"

"I must've missed the fine print," he chuckled. He walked over to the dresser opening the top drawer and pulling out some pajama pants, handing them to me. "Bathroom is the first door on the left."

I followed his directions to the bathroom, happy to finally pull off these jeans. When it came to putting the pajama pants on I hesitated. He slept in these. I could imagine him lounging around the house in them. Getting chip crumbs in his lap while he watched one of his anime shows. The thought made me giggle as I slipped them on. They were baggy on my hips so I tightened the drawstring.

When I got back to the room, Julian was sitting on a pallet on the floor between his bed and the dresser. I noticed he had changed into pajamas while I was in the bathroom. He moved quick.

He stood and pointed to his bed. "You can sleep there," he told me.

"Okay." I nodded, draping my jeans over the footboard and setting my shoes next to the dresser.

There was a ball of nerves in my stomach. Especially since I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. Who knew a sleepover could make a person so anxious?

"Oh," he started as I perched on the edge of his bed. "It gets hot in here at night so I keep the window open, but if you want it closed..."

"It's fine," I said, smiling up at him. "I sleep with mine open, too."

"Alright. Cool." He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around the room as if trying to see if he forgot anything. "Do you need anything? Water? Extra pillows?" His gaze shot to me. "Are you even tired?"

I laughed. We were both so far out of our comfort zone and it showed. "Not really. It's only eleven." I never made it to bed before two in the morning.

He let out a sigh, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at me. "How are you at video games?"

"Ask Jaiden," I said, nonchalantly. "He banned me from playing with him because he's a sore loser."

"Really?" He asked, clearly intrigued. Then he cocked his head to towards the door. "Let's go."

We went back to the living room and I settled in on the couch as Julian started the game. Before joining me he went to the kitchen to grab some juice boxes and cheese crackers.

"You don't cry when you lose, do you?" I asked, popping a cracker in my mouth.

"Do you?"

"I wouldn't know." I smirked. "I don't lose."