Quarantine [TSV FanFiction]

Three

A/N: So, halfway through writing this chapter I realize that writing a tsv fanfic with no plot can't get me very far 😂 should have thought this through...so there won't be a whole lot of chapters after this. I'll try to extend it as much as possible but there's only so much I can do. It works much better with oneshots, they usually don't have like a full PLOTLINE if you know what I mean. 

Brett watched as his best friend quietly picked up the toothpaste placed next to the sink. With his other hand he grabbed his white toothbrush with hints of orange, which had been in a cup with other teeth cleaning utensils like floss. He then squirted a bit of the paste onto his toothbrush, and then absentmindedly handed the toothpaste to the shorter man. 

Brett applied his own amount to his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. The big bathroom mirror in front of them displayed the image of two violinists slowly cleaning their teeth, one of them with tear stained eyes and dropping eyelids, the other with a musician bow hold and worried eyes that shot to his best friend every 10 seconds. 

It was now that he noticed Eddy's glasses were kind of fogged up, from the crying earlier, and owner of them was doing nothing about it. Brett decided not to interfere, thinking, his glasses aren't THAT fogged up, he'll be fine.

He finished before Eddy, probably because of the turtle pace the taller man was brushing at. "Come on man, hurry up! The faster you finish, the faster you can get to bed..." Brett said, laughing at the way Eddy's eyebrows went up and down like 'okay jeez'.

Eventually Brett was dragging the other one away, too tired to talk anymore. 

They were blindly following the short passage, barely noticing the white walls or the black couch or those gray squares on the walls. Perhaps, if either had been more aware, one might have playfully turned that gray square, so it would be lopsided for a filming session.

But they did none of that, just walked. 

When they entered the room, Brett thankfully thought to turn the light on, illuminating everything around them.

Eddy's room wasn't very well decorated - or very clean for that matter. Some TwoSet merch strewn about, a mini book shelf with only sheet music (of course), and there was a bed and nightstand. In the middle of the room was Eddy's music stand, where the Sibelius sheet music had been for weeks now.

Brett stopped abruptly by Eddy's bedside. The taller man would for sure have kept walking, tripped, and crashed onto the silky sheets, but Brett grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back, still having enough of his senses around him to think clearly. Eddy, however did not.

Despite Brett trying to hold him back, he still completely flopped on top of the sheets, dozing off almost instantly. 

So there was Eddy, face smooshed into the sheets, glasses still on, lying in completely the wrong direction (he wasn't even fully ON the bed), one leg sticking up into the air...

And Brett was wondering how the hell he was going to get Eddy in the right position, especially because he was in quite a sleepy state himself. 

Drowsily, he tried to pull Eddy's arms, but realized quickly that he needed a better grip. Summoning all of his strength, he wrapped his arms around Eddy's waist and struggled to half pick him up in one quick burst of energy. 

You know how when you're about to go to bed? Sometimes when it's late, and you are only half aware of what is going on, only half aware of your thoughts and what you are doing? Well, when Brett Yang found himself completely tangled up with his best friend, laying on the bed, you can say if took him a bit of time to comprehend the situation.

You know sometimes when you're sleeping? And when you wake up in the morning someone tells you you were moving all night, restless, kicking and turning? You're probably wondering where I'm going with this.

If someone was watching through the shady window in the back of the room, they would see one man, asleep with his eyes closed, reaching with his arms to wrap around whatever he could find. Whatever he could find turned out to be Brett. Of course it was. And Eddy attempted to do this at the worst possible moment, the moment when the other was pulling him to lay properly on the bed. 

The sudden movement from the younger violinist caused Brett to fall off balance, and he tightened his hold on Eddy's waist in a feeble attempt to stop the fall. 

Motherf- Brett silently cursed in his head. 

Apparently Eddy likes to cuddle at night. Who knew? Brett didn't.

So this is how the younger one ended up practically snuggling into the other one's chest.

Oh well.

At least his head was on the pillow and his body was actually ON the bed.

It took a while, but eventually Brett found a way to untangle himself, get off Eddy's bed (as much as he just wanted to sleep right then and there), stumble out of the room, and the game of Try Not To Trip And Fall On Your Face In Complete Darkness began.

But wait-

Eddy's glasses. He hadn't taken Eddy's glasses off. It was not good to sleep in glasses. Any sudden movement could cause them to fall off and break.

Being the great friend he was, Brett instantly turned back and strutted straight back in. 

He observed Eddy on the bed, who was wrapping his arms around an imaginary pillow. He knew he couldn't get to close to Eddy's arms or he would fall prey to them.

So instead, he ambled over to the other side of the bed. Thank god, Eddy's face was facing the ceiling, so all Brett had to do was carefully pluck the golden framed glasses off from Eddy's face, and place them carefully on the nightstand.

NOW he could go to sleep. Or rather, now he could try not to stumble on anything. Brett didn't exactly know where the light switches were, so he waddled around slowly, feeling with his hands  where the walls were, almost like a blind person might do.

//um it was late at night when I wrote this, idk wth I wrote but I hope you like it//