you caught up to him just as he started walking up the stairs. your hands and stomach were sticky and cold, and the feeling of the soda drying on your skin gave you goose bumps. "can you help me?" you asked once you reached the top of the stairs.
"how so?" he asked, barely moving his mouth. the light was different up stairs. it was dim, but just plain white light, and you could see him a lot better now. you could see the color in his eyes just enough to make out that they were hazel. his hair was dark but you could tell it was brown, and it fell over his face in near perfect waves.
you motioned down to your shirt and shrugged, asking, "i don't know, what should i do?" he motioned to the door on your left with his eyes, which were much more droopy than before. you followed him into the room.
he closed the door to what was a bedroom, and the music was now only as loud as an after thought. "there's a bathroom in here," he pointed, with his long fingers, to a door cracked open on the other side of the room.
"okay," you walked over to the bathroom and turned the light on. you looked back and he hadn't followed you, so you poked your head out to say thanks.
"thank you for--", you spoke into an empty room. you shrugged and went over to the sink.
"fuck," you whispered to yourself, looking at the dark stain that covered most of your shirt. you tried to pull it under the faucet but it didn't reach all the way, and the cold water was running onto your belly button.
you pulled your shirt up over your head and then submerged it in the sink. the water turned a light brown color and you grabbed some toilet paper to dry it off, which only disintegrated within seconds.
"i found a towel," a familiar calm voice said from behind you. you gasped a little and turned around to him. "how long have you been standing there?" you questioned.
"long enough to know that you think toilet paper will dry that," he pointed with the towel to your now completely soaked shirt in the sink. you rolled your eyes and pushed the faucet off, letting out a short breath.
"what're you huffin' and puffin' for?" he asked and tossed you the towel. you threw it over your shoulder and rung your shirt out over the sink.
you looked at him, your eyes narrowed. you looked down at the twisted shirt in your hands, then back up at the boy who stood there, leaning against the door frame. "my shirt's soaked and some random ass boy is staring at me in my bra."
he shrugged and closed his eyes. "i'll give you privacy. you coulda just asked," he could feel your eyes shooting daggers at him, and he smiled. "do what you gotta do, i'm not looking." he had a smug look on his face.
"i don't even know what i'm supposed to do," you sighed. you unraveled your shirt and wrapped the towel around it, trying your best to dry it. "I'm shirtless and cold now." you frowned, but he couldn't see. he was still standing with his eyes closed. his eyelashes were short, but the bathroom light made them cast a shadow right below his eye. it made him look like he was wearing eyeliner, and you thought it looked nice.
you wondered where Noah was, what he was doing. maybe he'll have a shirt in his car or something? you pulled out your phone to text him.
to: Noah (from video studies)
are u still here?<
my shirt is soaked, do u have a jacket or smthn in ur car?<
you shut your phone and waited for a response from him. you looked up to see the boy still standing at the door frame, eyes closed. "what are you doing with your eyes still closed?" you asked him.
he shrugged. "i dunno. waiting for something fun to happen i guess" he said. you pulled your shirt out from the dampened towel and tossed it at him. it stuck to the curves of his cheekbone and neck.
he peeled the damp fabric off of his face and finally opened his eyes. he smiled, and even laughed. if a small exhale out of the nose counts as a laugh. but you could see his teeth, finally. it was the most he'd given you all night.
your phone buzzed on the counter and you looked down at it.
(2) messages from:
Noah (from video studies)
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Moon//timothéeXreader
Fanfiction"you don't know what, but something made you do it. maybe it was the the music, the rum, the lava lamp that sat next to the bed, or maybe it was his eyes. but it didn't matter. because either way-- the music, lava lamp, rum, his eyes-- you did it."...
