kesha: welcome to my crib y'all!
sarah: ooh! i'll get the snacks!
noah: i'll go get settled on the couch.
jack: i'll uhh.. be my usual self and be lazy.
noah: what are we gonna watch first?
jack: well... definitely not mean girls.
sarah: how about the notebook?!
noah: ew.
kesha: the vow?!
noah: channing tatum is hot. the vow it is.
jack: hotter than me?
kesha: duh!
sarah: is that even a question that needs to be ask? i mean, look at him! i can just drool over his abs for the rest of my life.
noah: definitely hotter than you. you're ugly!
jack feigns offense at noah's statement, but disregards the other's. jack pouts, fluttering his eyes cutely at the boy in front of him. noah swoons, but succeeds on hiding it and just keeps it as a mental response.
noah: whatever you do, you will never ever change my opinion about who's hotter than the two of you. his abs can cure cancer, to be honest.
jack: ugh, fine, you dork!
kesha: you do realize that you're calling noah a penis, right?
jack: does he even have one to begin with?
the three cachinnates at jack's joke, doubling-over at the funny joke he just cracked. noah goes pink, a habit that he seems to have picked up just yesterday. he hides his face behind his two hands, cover it in embarrassment and bashfulness.
jack is the first one to stop laughing, the two girls still booming an ear-splitting laugh. jack just observes the flushing boy in front of him, a fraction of his graceful face sheltered by his smooth hands. his pinkish cheeks are still viewable, and jack had to sacrifice every drop of restraint he had stored in his body to stop himself from dragging the blushing boy up to his lap.
noah: argh! let's just start the marathon! you guys are so annoying, i swear!
kesha: wow, i'm offended!
sarah: how could you say that to us?
jack: you rude b-word!
noah: idiots.
noah sighs in frustration, rubbing a palm through his face. they occupy the whole couch, libs tangled and arms touching as they had to cramp themselves to fit them all.
hours into the marathon, noah is the first one to get tired and sleepy. he yawns silently, not wanting to disturb the three still-active watchers. he rests his head against jack's shoulder, his head filling the empty space between jack's neck and shoulders quite perfectly.
jack notices the sleeping boy next to him, relishing the cozy and warm feeling given to him by the dozing boy. a smile unconsciously finds it's home on jack's plump lips, an affectionate touch sprinkled upon the minute act of fondness he was subconsciously doing.
jack realizes something.
he realizes that he just fell in love. fell in love with his best friend.
jack falls asleep with a small grin gracing his lips, his head on top of noah's.
kesha: oh my god, sarah, look!
kesha whispers, nudging sarah at her sides. what she didn't notice, though, was that sarah was already snoozing. kesha shakes her head at the woman and stands up, fishing out her phone from her pocket and quickly snapping a picture of the two men sleeping. she took a rapid shot of the girl asleep, too.
she sits back down at her spot and grabs sarah's head gently, pulling it and laying it on top of her shoulders, for her to get more comfortable at sleeping. she doesn't exactly plan on carrying all of them up the stairs and onto a fluffy bed.
kesha: goodnight, fuckers.
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this book is probably the fluffiest thing i have ever written... not that i write much.. eh.
sporadic updates are sporadic; sorry about that. real life is so harsh.
