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Chapter Twenty Eight | WishesXSun

They looked touched when I told them their home was like mine too. That sounded more to me like I was mooching off of them. I'd probably have to lay rent now that I revealed that to them.

"I'm glad," Francis said sincerely.

"We always want this to feel like your home," Antonio added.

Gilbert nodded, he wasn't much for sentimentality, on the inside, he was thinking he hoped I'd be there forever.

We turned the tv on as background noise while we got ready for bed. I only changed my jeans as I was plenty comfortable in everything else.

I went to lay down in bed and realized how lonely it felt.

After I heard the tv turn off and I took my pills, I knocked on Francis's door.

He gave me permission to enter and was curious as to why I was there.

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight...if that's okay?" I admitted shyly.

He smiled and nodded, waving me into bed but quickly stopping me.

"Oi, Wait for a second and turn around," he insisted.

"Why...?"

"I sleep in the nude."

"Of course you do," I mumbled and turned around as he slipped on a pair of boxers.

I turned back around and questioned if it was weird or not to sleep next to him if he only had on underwear but I shrugged it off.

He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep that way.

Come morning, Antonio and Gilbert came into the room to check why Francis had yet to make an appearance for breakfast and were instantly jealous at the sight.

Francis scooted out from under me and Gilbert traded places while Antonio moved under the covers on my other side.

I awoke hours later very confused as to why I was now with Gilbert and Antonio.

I shrugged it off and got up. I'd been asleep almost half the day already, which wasn't really that unusual. As a teen, I'd sleep till four sometimes, but that was mostly because I'd gone to sleep around six in the morning.

I went downstairs to get breakfast and they were fresh out of food again.

"Do you guys never buy food?" I asked.

"Told you we like takeout."

"Yeah but I need little snacks and stuff throughout the day or I'll go crazy," I informed Francis who was drinking from his metallic bottle full of whatever weird drink they always made for themselves.

"Make a list, Gil can go to the store when he comes back downstairs," he offered.

"Cooleo," I replied and sat down, leaning back in the chair.

"Hey, can I try a sip of whatever you're drinking."

He almost snorted it out his nose and quickly covered his face.

"Non, it's not something you could handle."

"Is it alcoholic?"

"This time it is."

"Oh, shame. I don't drink much but you guys seem enamored with that stuff."

"You could say it's like our lifeblood."

I laughed lightly, "seems that way."

He nodded and finished his drink, he washed it out in the sink and sat back down across the round table from me.