Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)

And That's What You Missed On Glee.

Four's P.O.V:
He probably doesn't feel the same way as I do. I think I might've figured this feeling out. I want to be nicer to X... I think that's about it. It's time for us to go to sleep, but I'm not tired. I mean, I never am. That's just how numbers work. "Aren't you going to... uh... sleep?" X asks quietly. "I'm not in the mood right now." I say flatly. X looks a little hurt by the tone of my response, so I quickly add; "Come on, let's watch a movie or something." He brightens up a little and walks over. We sit next to each other on our couch, the rich green fabric soft to my touch. I toss the remote to X, telling him he can pick.

It hits him in the face.

X's P.O.V:
I don't hear what Four says due to the fact that there's a remote flying at my face. I inhale sharply as it hits, rubbing my forehead. "Are you okay?? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to hit you!" Four says worriedly. "Yeah, I'm fine..." I sigh, getting up to grab an ice pack from the freezer. "What do you need?" Four asks a moment after I stand up. "Just and ice pack..." I mutter. Four grabs my hand. "I'll get it for you." He sits me back down, my face nearly flushing. Wait, fl-flushing?? No, no... What's this feeling? It's driving me insane!! I don't argue with Four, not wanting him to let go of my hand. He starts to leave, but I hold on.

Four's P.O.V:
I don't want to have to let go of X's hand, but I decide to anyways. I didn't expect him to hold on. We stare at our hands together for a moment. I look up at him, and our eyes lock together.

I hesitate.

But I let go.

I drag myself to the freezer and take and ice pack, sighing. I wasn't even brave enough to hold his hand. Maybe this isn't just about being nicer to X. Maybe it's... something else.

X's P.O.V:
I'm a little heartbroken, but I try not to show it. Just a few seconds of holding his hand... was bliss. This wasn't friendship. More. But what was more? I ignored my own question, possibilities buzzing in my mind. What if... what if... what if... what if... all these possibilities. All these answers. I push them to the back of my mind, hoping one day they'd just... disappear. Four returns with an ice pack in hand. I carefully place it on my bruise, holding it there. "Thanks..." I mumble. He sits back down. I click over to Netflix. Four is eying Stranger Things on the home bar. I like to stick with Glee. We watch an episode. Then another. And another. I'm enjoying this so much, I don't realize that in my excitement, I scooted so close to Four that our sides were touching. I noticed him looking at me funny, and saw he was staring at how close we were. I expected him to move.

He didn't.