𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

non-toxic paint

ship - jfgogh (jfk & van gogh)
fandom - clone high!

warnings - probably a little anxiety, hair pulling at a point

"toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart baby bang it up inside i'm not wearing my usual lipstick i thought maybe we would kiss tonight"

van wakes up cuddle up with jack he kinda panics.
part 3 of sunflowers

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van gogh stirs in his sleep, he didn't remember falling asleep and he didn't know where he was.

he cracks his eyes open and stares at the ceiling, then he felt a pair of strong arms pull him closer to themselves, he starts to panic he didn't remember where he was or who he was with last.

he turns his head, and comes face to face with that red polo shirt jfk always wears, he started to calm down everything coming back to him.

he must have fallen asleep at some point while watching the movie, jfk must have to some point after him.

honestly, jfk holding him like this with his head rested on the top of his made him feel safe.

van moved as close as he could and buried his face into jack's chest his hands lay flat on the other's stomach.

jfk smelled nice, like vanilla and some probably expensive cologne van couldn't tell, either way, it calmed his nerves.

“gogh?” came jack's voice quiet and raspy with sleep.

van moved his head and looked at jfk's sleepy face he blushed lightly at the other.

“i-i'm sorry jack did i wake y-you up from moving around?”

jfk shakes his head lightly “no you're er fine, i woke up my er uh self”

jfk was still holding onto him even after he woke up he didn't mind though, jfk didn't seem to mind either.

“sorry i fell asleep during the movie jfk”

“nothin' to er be sorry about.. plus you're er uh kinda cute when ya sleep”

van felt his entire face heat up, he looked down avoiding eye contact, he can't believe jfk called him cute. what was he supposed to say now he tried to think of something but no words came out.

he looked back up to jfk who had a small smile on his face but concerned filled eyes, he didn't want to make jfk feel that way especially feel that way about himself.

van gogh frowns “you're- you're cute to jack”

jack blushed lightly “yeah i er uh know that, but like uh thanks..”

van smiled giggling “yeah i know you do, you're welcome though”

jack let's go of him and sets up rubbing his eyes, van sits up beside him and looks down at his knees, he didn't know what to say or do, until jack spoke up.

“we should do this again”

“watch a movie together, or sleep cuddling?”

jfk shrugs “don't see why we er can't do both”

van went red at that, he was blushing a lot lately all cause of this stupid jock

“o-oh, we could tomorrow since it's saturday b-but that's completely up to you jack”