You Can't Hate Me Forever! (Anti x Schneep)

So You Do Have A Crush

Anti's pov.

"Jour vroom is quite impressive."

"It's really nothing. You sure you're okay being in here with... that... still here?" I ask him looking at the discolored patch on the carpet. I really hope it didn't get on any of my plushies, it would take ages to clean off. "I'm sure. Did ju paint your own roof?" And he says I'm the distracted one. "I honestly don't remember. I'm not that good at painting, though, so I doubt it." My room is pretty clean, considering I have so many things in it. In fact, I keep my weapon and doll collections in clear tubs under my bed, all my pop vinyl, and posters on shelves and walls. You get it.

The only things on the floor, besides furniture, are a few of my bigger plushies. A hampster, white seal, two bigger turtles, and a piggie. I have a large GLaDOS head on the wall next to my door, with fanart and posters littering the wall around it. My bed's green pillows are nearly buried by small plushies. My favorite pillow is my body pillow, and no, it isn't what you think. It's a big blue tentacle, with dark blue patches where the suction cups would be, and the back piece where I put my head. My black wheelie chair has a green army backpack hanging off one side, and my wood desk is terribly cluttered. I have my gaming laptop, sewing kit, pencil case, and stationary pot. I have a small zen garden to calm myself down, and my macaroon USB that has a few movies and games saved, along with a set of art markers. I have a wireless pentagram phone charger and razor headphones. And finally, on the small shelf below the desk, my checkered sunflower lunch box. I always took it to the treehouse when I planed for staying a night or two.

"Vhat books do ju have?"

"Didn't you see them earlier?"

"It vas only a glace."

"Uhg... It's mostly manga, but there are a few horror and coloring books. There are also some sketchbooks, but I don't use them a lot." I scramble out, Schneep nodding along to my mess of a sentence. He takes a seat on the edge of my bed and observes my toys, picking up my tattletail plushie gently and turning it around in his pale hands, before setting it back down. I hold the book closer to my chest and sit down next to him. "I was honestly expecting a knife collection."

"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there," I state with my finger pointed up, and my eyes closed, which seemed to win me a chuckle. The Doc slides off his shoes and turns his body so that he was laying down with his head on one of my green pillows. I followed his action, rolling onto my side, and he grabbed the book from me, our cheeks heating up rapidly. "Don't you have to go to work? You should rest."

"I'll be fine. Plus, I have ze powver of covee on my zide!" While I didn't agree with his idea, I wasn't about to argue with a doctor about what is and isn't healthy. We lay together for a while, Schneep reading the book while I layed there listening to him, having unconsciously grabbed my black cat plushie. After a few minutes of reading, I drifted to sleep.

Schneep's pov.

Anti's bed is large and really warm. It's a surprise he didn't have a fan in here, I felt like I was sinking into the bed. I continued to read the book when I noticed the soft, quiet purr of Anti's snoring. I turn my head to see his face, gentle and relaxed. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were closed smoothly. The heat in my chest and cheeks rose to a point I didn't know it could, and I gave his sleeping figure a small smile. I put a fold in the corner of the page, and carefully stood up. I put the book on his desk before I went back to Anti.

Picking up his skinny figure, I layed him under the thin white sheet and the thick, heavy dark green blanket. I tucked him under and watched as he snuggled into the bed with his cat toy. I took note of the tentacle, deciding to ask him about it another time. "gute Nacht, mein Freund. Träum süß." I whisper, turning on my heel, walking to the door. I hold the doorknob in one hand and look back at Anti before I quietly flick off the light and close the door carefully. "And you two give Marv shit for cuddling with people."

"Chase? Shouldn't ju be azleep?" 

"I should say the same for you, broski. You have to work in the morning."

"I have covee, don't worry."

"You gave me the same bullshit in high school. But on another subject... I thought you didn't have a crush on the glitch."

"I don't."

"How come you're so buddy-buddy then?" He raises an accusing eyebrow and laughs when I hesitate to come up with an excuse. Chase could always see through me, sometimes it's annoying, other times it is like a miracle. I rush over him and push him into his room and shut the door. "Jesus fick gut! Ich gebe zu!" I whisper-yell. Chase's bedroom had all four walls painted grey. The far corner has a chest of draws with his Nurf orange double bed next to it. On the other side of the bed, there was a desk with two computers that he used for gaming. Along the wall next to the table was his TV shelf, he had his PS4, VR, and his Nintendo switch. The shelves were mostly filled with games, DVDs, a toy or two, and pop vinyl.

His walls had a bunch of posters and fan art littered around, with photos of us, his kids, and... her. On his desk, besides the computers and stuff, was a pencil case, USB, yellow headphones, 3ds, and three bee pen pots. He had his phone sitting on the charger on the edge of the table. In the middle of the room was a big orange beanbag facing the TV, and on the wall opposite the TV was a collection of skateboards. "I knew it, dude!" Chase half shouts in celebration. "Just shut up avout it, ja? I don't zink Jackie and Marvin like him."

"Well, THAT'S obvious. But remember that you hated the glitch a few days ago as well, probably more than any of us."

"He did a lot of bad zings."

"Things change, doctor bro. They can't hate him forever."

"Vhy, do I feel like jou're going to tell zomevone?"

"I will not! ...Anywho... Just don't have loud sex with him, and there won't be a problem, okay?"

"Halt die Klappe!"

Anti's pov.

I hurriedly sit up in my bed and put my hand on my sweaty forehead. My hand shoots for the lamp attached to the head of my bed frame, and I turn it on. "It was just a dream... just a dream..." I say to myself quietly. I look next to me to see that the Doc isn't next to me anymore, "He must've gone to bed."

I grab my phone from the small pocket on the wall, where I have a regular cord charger and check the time. "3:23" I softly pushed the covers off me and decided to change into something more comfortable. I slip off my socks, shirt, and jeans and slide into a huge, fluffy, grey jumper. And pinched my Nintendo switch off the black port. I popped in Pokémon Sun and sat up in my bed, moving my toys to rest my back against the bed frame. 

I should check on the treehouse, maybe I can grab some of the stuff I left there. "What if my friends are still there? I haven't seen them in a few years... I wonder if they look any different."