7: h o o d i e

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Ty woke up the next morning, the sun peeking through the window, it was peaceful and welcoming. His eyelids cracked open, letting the light pour into his grey irises. He was met with an unfamiliar scene, he had only been there once or twice before. His eyelids grew heavy again, he didn't pay any mind to the setting, he was too tired and hadn't fully woken up.

When Ty went to roll over, however, he found he couldn't. A heavy weight was glued to his body, it prevented him from any sudden movement. He looked down, his vision only to be met with a head full of dark hair, illuminated by the warm sun. Suddenly, Ty's mind woke up, the gears started rolling immediately. His eyes widened 'Oh shit.'

The position he found him and his friend in was not one he wanted Raymond to wake up to, he would be furious. Ty was laying on his left side, facing Raymond, who had their head against his chest and his arms wrapped around Ty's waist. Ty had one hand in his hair and one laying on his arm. 'Shit, shit, shit. If he wakes up I'm sooo dead.' Then, as if the world was against him, his alarm sounded off. 'Fuck!' He carefully reached behind himself to the nightstand, cautious not to knock anything over. He grabbed his phone and almost dropped it when frantically pressing the off button. He let out a sigh of relief.

Ty set his phone back down on the nightstand and turned to the problem at hand. He carefully unwound their tangled legs and took Raymond's strong arms from their grasp around his waist. Ty shuffled backwards on the mattress, peeling their bodies away from each other as the warmth faded, a sudden wave of cold air washing over him. Once he had found he shifted too far, it was too late, and Ty fell backwards with a loud thud. He stared with wide eyes at the ceiling, his arms stretched out above his head with his back pressed against the hard floor, and his legs still partially on the bed. He lifted his head and sat up, watching as Raymond's peaceful countenance scrunched up into a slight scowl. 'Shit, shit, shit.' He repeated in his head as he scrambled to stand up. He was about to leave, with his blanket, pillow, and phone in hand; but there was a low grumble from behind him.

"Fucking idiot..." Raymond said tiredly. Ty stopped in his tracks, the door already cracked open. To his relief, when he turned around he saw that Raymond was only mumbling in his sleep. 'Phew.'

Ty proceeded to leave the room, attempting to make as little sound as possible as the floorboards creaked under his feet. When he exited the room, he closed the door with a soft click, then went straight next door without hesitation.

"That was close..." Ty sighed as he flopped down onto his bed. Then his thoughts got to him. 'I was sleeping with my crush.... in the same bed.... in his dorm....' he covered his now red face with his hands and groaned.

Ty's torso shot up, he looked to the bathroom door. 'I should shower.' He stood up and trudged to the bathroom, the door making a slight squeaking sound as he opened it. The hot water pattered against the cold tile as Ty shook an orange container, two white tablets falling into his palm. He swallowed them dry and tore his clothes from his body, which he hadn't noticed, was sweating. He stepped into the shower and tore the curtain back, letting the water run through his scalp.

After the shower, Ty stepped out, nearly slipping. He dried his hair and brushed his teeth, with the fluffy, white towel wrapped around his waist. He looked pretty chill from the outside, but on the inside, his brain was raging with countless thoughts flying by. 'He looks so cute when he's asleep.... his arms are fucking strong as hell too, it felt nice when he was holding me....' he sighed, rinsing his toothbrush. 'Ah, fuck it, I can't keep thinking these things about him. I can't hurt our friendship—even if it's only a dream...' he shook his head. 'But damn, I don't need to be so depressing about it.' He turned his body so he could look at his shoulder, it was something he did every time, but it never looked any different.

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