Brice's POV
I turned over for the seemingly 50'th time in the last few minutes. My bed just seemed to be trying to keep me from sleeping, even though it was around One AM. It was weird; I usually could fall asleep so easily, but today... I just don't know...
You're thinking about him...
OMG just leave me alone, uh, me!
Don't deny it...
Why are you suddenly so interested in my thoughts? I mean, I don't bug you like this...
Because I enjoy listening to your tiny conflicted brain and heart being so confused.
Uh... Not sure how to reply to that, but, okay...?
Was I always this weird? I mean, sure, I was thinking about him... But, gah, I don't know! It's just so, so confusing!
I rubbed my temples, stuffing my face into a pillow and hoping that I would finally fall asleep.
Of course, I wasn't that lucky...
I don't know why, but I couldn't stop thinking about Seto. I mean, after we actually talked while he was in the hospital, he didn't seem that shy. I actually hoped that we could become... Friends...
Yeah, Friends... Whatever you say... The voice remarked quietly.
I really hate myself sometimes...
It was weird, though. The way he talked. It was like he, like, never talked to people- or had a normal conversation, at least. He seemed relieved, somewhat, well, glad for my company. I mean, I guess I can understand where he was coming from, being an orphan and all.
But did I really? I frowned, turning onto my back and staining at the ceiling, as Seto had been doing when I'd first walked into his hospital room.
Just thinking about Seto, with his big brown eyes and messy dark brown hair was enough to make me extremely giddy. What was wrong with me?
I mean, just by thinking about him, I could feel my heart beat speeding up...
Did me... Like him? I don't even know. It's probably just my mind going on overdrive, but... I just... I sighed, banging my head against the pillow a few times, just to "calm" myself down...
I heard that oh-so-nice voice try and hold in a snort of laughter, and I sighed. I forgot that he/she/it/idk was reading my thoughts. Had the thought of Seto really distracted me that much?
I guess he had...
After around 10 minutes of generally trying to get comfortable in my own bed, I realized that I probably wasn't going to go to sleep unless I did something first...
I groaned, my back already hurting slightly (the mattress was so unbelievably uncomfortable, you don't even know...) I turned on my side, looking out around my room. Sketches adorned the dark blue walls, some from as early as when I was 6 or 7. My sketchbook lay opened on the bedside table next to me.
No reason not to look through it, right?
As I reached to turn on the light, I winced. Okay, I think that, by now, the floor would've been more comfortable...
I turned on the light, blinking away spots as my eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lighting. I reached for my sketchbook, the worn leather somewhat soothing to my aching mind. I flipped though the drawings, smiling slightly as I remembered how much time I'd spent on each. As I skimmed through the drawings, I noticed something- the paperclip that connected the last 5 or so pages was in a different place than where I had last put it...
"Odd...” I commented, removing the slim paperclip and placing it on the last place that my sketchbook had been. These were my special drawings, the ones that I really never wanted to lose. They spanned the length of several years of my drawing career. The flower drawing I did when I was 13, the pendant when I was 9, so on, and so forth. As I flipped to the last page, my breath caught in my throat...
I had completely forgotten I'd drawn him in my boredom...
I studied the half-finished drawing with a slight awe-slight confusion, slight color rising to my cheeks. And then I realized something...
I had messed up...
My eyes widened in surprise. How did I know so much about what he looked like...? I, just... Gah!
If there was one thing I hated, it was messing up on my art, even if it was the most minuscule mistake... If I ever did do said mistake, my mind would shut down until I fixed it... Well, all I knew was that I needed to fix that drawing...
Or maybe it was just that I'd messed up on a drawing of him...
I took a deep breath, and took the eraser from the box of pencils I always kept near. I spent the next hour or so revising the drawing, becoming so involved in my drawing that I started to feel my eyes droop.
It was funny, how someone I didn't even know very well could make me feel so calm... It was weird how just thinking about him helped clear my mind, and even help me sleep...
Yeah, I'm a pretty weird person...
Before my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep, I studied the sketch. It was fixed, and I was, finally okay with it. I closed the sketchbook, half asleep, before snuggling under the blanket and closing my eyes.
