Part 36 - Late night talk

Y/n

"So, what did you get for number twelve?"

My mechanical pencil scribbled an X next to yet another answer that I had gotten wrong on the math quiz that I got given back today with my grade, and let's just say it was less than impressive in comparison to literally every other subject that I do.

And seeing as it was something I figured I should at least try to get better at, Pugsley had offered to help me out when he saw how badly I was doing. And I was genuinely impressed by how smart this dude was, he didn't exactly give off academic genius, especially after he used those cheat sheets for it.

Actually, I'm not sure if he did that, all I know is that he brought them with him in case, so maybe he had used his own brain to pass after all. But either way, he knew the right answer, and I didn't.

And the way he was explaining these particular areas that I was struggling with, made so much more sense to me than how any teacher has ever told me before, and for the first time when being tutored, I didn't want to cry and rip my hair out in frustration.

Pugsley span around in my chair, glancing back down to his test that sat on on my desk along with an open bag of M&M's, that he occasionally took one from and tossed to me when I ended up getting something right, which as of right now was at about four out of twenty or so. So you know, not doing great, but I suppose it's better than nothing.

"Uhh, the answer was B, did you get it?"

Oh for fucks sake, are you kidding me right now?

I groan as I cross out my wrong workings for the hundredth time, and my body flops back onto my mattress from my sitting position with my arms out wide, while I seriously consider my life choices. 

Maybe I should just gamble. Wait no I'd need math for that too, oh COME ON.

A small snort comes from the boy sitting at the end of my bed, and I lift my head up off my pillow to see him shaking his head and making a note on his own test, smiling like a smug little asshole as he did so.

"Alright, so we gotta work on that too I guess. Just please tell me you didn't put D for that one."

His eyes travel back over to me, and I glance to the side in absolute shame at his question.

Because yes, yes I did.

I should have just taken that cheat sheet when he offered it to me.

Pugsley scoffed at my silence, which I'm sure was enough to tell him that his assumption was correct, and he stared at me in disbelief.

"Y/n, seriously?? That was literally the farthest from the right answer, how did you-"

He holds his hands up in surrender as I glared at him.

"You know what, I'm not even going to ask."

I let my head fall back down into the soft material of my pillow again, and I sigh.

"I'm doomed, aren't I?"

My hand reaches under me to grab said pillow, and I bring it up to bury my face into while I let out an odd sound of disappointment, mostly in myself, that came out as a weird sort of groan, only more deranged.

I just felt like such an idiot right now.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds before his voice reached my ears through the muffle of the pillow.

"Your words, not mine."

At that little statement, my torso rises back up a little too quickly of my bed, and my pillow falls from my face and into my lap as I send him a half kidding look of shock, completely disregarding any and all feelings of idiocy from before.

"What?! This is when you're suppose to tell me that everything is going to me fine and that I'm not going to be a total failure in the future."

I threw my pillow over at him, and he caught it while laughing at my outrage, turning himself to face me fully before chucking it back to me, a lot more gently than I had done for him.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're not...doomed, per se, there's just some things that you still need to learn, and that's totally fine. That's why I'm here, I'll help you get up to speed with the stuff you're a bit iffy on."

I nod, lowering my attacking pillow back down behind me, sending Pugsley a smug smile.

"Much better, thank you."

He mirrors the small grin that was creeping its way onto my lips, and he stands up to grab my test off the bed before placing it with his own, making a stack that he held in his hands. And he readjusted the graphic tee that he had chosen for tonight's pyjamas that had shifted in his sitting position, and he then looked over at me.

"You're welcome, I think maybe we should stop here for tonight though, I can practically see your brain sizzling from over here."

Oh this bitch- I mean he's not wrong, I'm pretty sure I'm starting to get a headache from staring at these questions.

"Yeah okay, sounds great to me. It's just these fuckass letters that are messing me up. Who had the bright idea that we should add letters into math problems?? There is no reason that they should be there, it just makes everything so confusing."

Pugsley shrugs.

"Sometimes you just have to pretend they're not there, and then other times they're simply a place holder, it'll make sense once we work on it for a bit, but we'll save that for another day."

He opens up one of the drawers in my desk and places the tests inside for safe keeping to come back to some other time, and he grabs the bag of M&M's off the tabletop, walking over to me and standing next to where I sat on my bed, and he held them out for me to take some.

I do so, only picking blue ones in hopes that they'll turn my tongue blue if I eat enough of them, and Pugsley does the same, though he had no preference for color.

You know, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure he's the only person that I've ever willingly shared my snacks with. Not even Eugene has that honor, and trust me, the dude has asked many times, and every time I deny him.

But I had no issue sharing with Pugsley, it felt totally normal to me, so I guess I just never thought about it when it happens.

He closed the bag, placing it down on my nightstand before moving himself to sit on my bed in front of me with a tired sigh, and he popped an M&M into his mouth as he spoke.

"So, you excited to go dress shopping tomorrow?"

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. And I kind of thought he had too, but I guess not.

I nod, downing the whole handful of chocolate pieces in one go, and licking the tiny bit of blue pigment that had melted onto my palm before responding.

"Yeah, I think it'll be pretty fun, it's gonna be a loooong day though. I think most of it will be spent walking around town so I'll definitely be getting a good nights sleep tomorrow night, so that'll be good."

Pugsley lets out a small 'mhm', before copying my action of eating everything at once, and it was kind of adorable, because I don't think he realized he followed what I did in the first place.

"You'll remember to drink water, yeah? I can't have you passing out while I'm not around to remind you."

His question came out as a sort of huff, like it was common knowledge that I was bound to get dehydrated if he wasn't with me. And he wasn't entirely wrong.

It was still nice to know that he cared though.

I rolled my eyes at his little dig at my bad habit, but I meant no malice in my gesture.

"Yeah yeah, I'll remember. But I am a little worried about my bottle though.."

I watched as Pugsley's brow furrowed at my words, and his body language showed he was curious as to what I meant.

"Why's that?"

I shrug.

"It's just been acting way more faulty than usual lately, I'm scared it's going to break and soak everything in my bag, and I won't know until its too late. I just don't want to have to deal with a leaky water bottle while I'm out, but I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Why don't you just use a different bottle? Or buy a new one if you don't have an extra?"

Oh my god yes I've been waiting to rant to somebody about this.

I shift my position to be more upright as I turn to face him fully, and he mirrors my movement to do the same, probably sensing that I was really getting into this topic. And he didn't break eye contact as I started on my little tangent.

"Okay so here's the thing. The one I have right now is my absolute favorite, and I bring it with me literally everywhere, even if I don't always remember to use it, and I've had it for years. It's just really convenient and I like it more than any other one I've ever had. And I would love to buy another one, trust me, I'd get another hundred if I could,"

I place either of my hands on his knees, staring him dead in the eyes, and he looked at me to go on.

"They don't exist anymore. I cannot find them anywhere, and I have looked basically every place that I can think of, and it's like its completely disappeared off the face of the earth. And it breaks my heart that I can't replace it because it's such a staple in my life, and it's so close to breaking, I don't know what I'm supposed to dooooo."

Pugsley's expression slowly morphed from focused on me, to the look of someone trying not to burst out laughing, and he shook his head.

"Wow, I can confidently say that I have never met anyone before who loves their water bottle as much as you do. It's honestly ironic that you barely drink from it."

I hit his shoulder gently with one of my hands, and he finally lets himself laugh at my rant, while I try my damn hardest not to laugh along with him, because it honestly was kind of funny now that I say it out loud.

"Hey! I'm serious, I'm sad about it breaking, I don't wanna have to settle for something different.."

His amusement dies down a little, and he looks back up at me with a sympathetic smile.

"Alright, I'm sorry for laughing. I just think it's humorous how passionate you are about it. But if it really does mean that much to you, then I'll be sure to keep an eye out for a new one if you'd like, just in case I find it somewhere you haven't looked."

I glance down at his kind words, and it was only at that point that I realized that my hands had definitely been resting on his legs for way too long, so I pulled them back to lay in my own lap before nodding softly.

"Thank you.."

The air between us became silent, but not uncomfortable, and it lasted several seconds before I remembered something from the back of my mind that I hadn't thought to asking him about until now, but hey I doubt he'd say no to me.

I turn my head back up to face him, and I shoot him an expression that I only used on him when I wanted something, because while I don't like using my song to get what I want, I am not opposed to using my eyes.

"Hey, I've got a really odd favor to ask..."

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"Okay you gotta tell me how I'm looking, do you think I can pull this off?"

I snort quietly, turning Pugsley's head a little upwards towards my hand, and I try to stay focused on not poking his eye out while I do this, but I mutter a small 'mhm' as I poke my tongue out ever so slightly from the corner of my mouth while I concentrate.

It hadn't actually taken that much convincing for Pugsley to let me practice my eyeliner skills on him in preparation for the gala in a couple of days, and I was a little surprised he didn't push back on the idea more, because believe me I was ready to pull out all the stops to make him agree to this.

But nope, he said yes to it basically as soon as I asked. But hey, I'm not complaining, I needed a willing guinea pig for this since I didn't trust myself to be able to do it in the mirror properly just yet, and he was more than eager to help me out.

And so now he sat here on my bed cross legged looking up at me as I worked, and I had gotten comfortable in his lap so I could get a good angle of his face, occasionally feeling the drum of his fingers against my outer legs, keeping himself occupied in the very long process that we've been in for about half an hour. 

And he had even let me tie up the front of his hair so it didn't get in my way while I sat here, and the little ponytail he had going on was really funny.

Honestly it was a lot comfier here than I thought it would be, and he hasn't piped up once about wanting me to get off, even though I know I'm not the lightest of people, the only thing he's been doing is staring at me. And while I was technically looking at his eyes, I wasn't truly looking at them.

But I could see when his eyes dropped down to the tiny portion of my tongue that was sticking out, and he laughed a little bit.

"Why is your tongue blue?"

Ah, so my plan worked out after all. But it just wouldn't be fun if I told him the truth about it.

I sigh, trying to sound dramatic as I continued to draw on the eyeliner.

"I really didn't want you to find out this way, but..."

My eyes finally look at his, and I could see his pupils grow when I returned his gaze.

"I'm secretly a giraffe..."

His lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes glanced away from him as he nodded very slowly.

"Wow... Yeah no I should have known that sooner. It's kind of a shame though, giraffes freak me out."

WHAT. 

I must have heard him wrong, because there is no way that could be true.

"What do you mean?? They're adorable!"

Pugsley's head shakes softly, making my hand pull back from his eyes so I didn't accidentally stab him, and he stared me down intently.

"No way, they look like if a horse, jaguar, and a brachiosaurus had a baby."

I opened my mouth to argue, but the more I thought about it, the more detailed the image in my head got , and I realized he actually made a really good point, so I just shrug in agreement.

"Alright, that's fair."

My free hand came back up to hold onto his chin to turn his head in the way I needed, and I went back to applying the pigment to his waterline. 

The comfortable silence between us returned, and I felt the subtle drum of his fingers on the outside of my legs again while I drew, and I had to admit that sometimes I preferred when neither of us spoke. It let me just bask in the gentle presence that he brought to me, and I could just feel smug with the fact that I knew he was staring at me the entire time.

But his expression looked like he had something on his mind after about a minute or two, and he inhaled deeply.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

I kept my focus on my hand as I spoke.

But my movement was stopped by one of his own hands that came up to pull the eyeliner pen away from him, just as I finished the last line that I was working on, and his actions made me look at him again.

"What are you afraid of?"

Well dang, that's a tough one. There is way too many things to count, though most of them you probably couldn't count as fear, more like mild dislikes.

I let my shoulder relax, and I sigh as my eyes travel up towards the ceiling while I think about it, and my arms fall back into my own lap.

"Uhhh, I'm not sure, there's a lot, I don't think I could just pick one."

Pugsley shrugs.

"Then don't, tell me all the ones that come to mind, we've got time."

I glance up at the clock hanging on the wall behind him, and it shows the time to be almost 1am.

Yeah sure, plenty of time.

But honestly I didn't want this conversation to end just yet, so I nod.

"Okay then. Welll...there's spiders. That's been a pretty big one since I was little, but I have been trying to get better with it for Eugene's sake. I just see how sad he gets whenever I tell him that his pet tarantula freaks me out, so I'm working on that fear slowly. Plus I don't want to have to always rely on somebody else to get rid of them when they show up, like I made you do that one time."

Pugsley's head tilts a little to the side with a smile.

"I don't mind doing that for you if you need."

"I know, but I think I should at least try to work through it, if not for anybody else, then for myself. Oh and then there's also my whole thing with puke, though I'm pretty sure you knew about that one already."

He nods, not interrupting me as I spoke.

"I feel like that one is a little more embarrassing, 'cause it seems like the sort of fear that you're supposed to grow out of eventually, but no matter how old I get, I'm still just as scared of it as I was when I was small. It's something I think I've had my entire life, and I don't think I'll ever really get over it."

I feel a slight shrug from the body in front of me.

"You shouldn't feel embarrassed, fears are different for everyone."

Well I'll be damned, it's like the more tired he is, the sweeter he gets.

"Thanks. But anyway those are kind of my main two, aside from..."

No. That one is different. It was so, so different from any fear I'd ever had, and it wasn't something that I could ever forget, even with how much time has passed since it happened. But it was also the kind of fear that I knew I didn't have the right words to explain.

But Pugsley noticed my shift in demeanor, and his hand reached up to curl a piece of my hair around his finger.

"Aside from what?"

I sigh.

"I...I'm scared of losing control of my power."

His eyes softened, and his hand stopped playing with my hair.

I had kept it hidden from him the entire time we've known each other, because I just didn't know how he'd feel about it. I mean, I...that boy died, because of me...

Me and this stupid power that I couldn't keep in check, and I don't think there's a single day that goes by when I don't feel the guilt still weighing down on me because of what I did. And as much as I may think I know Pugsley, I'm just not sure if he'd see me differently if I told him what I did. 

I know he acts like no matter what I say he'll still think of me the same, but this was so different from anything else.

But maybe I should just tell him...get it over and done with so I don't have to keep it a secret from him anymore.

"There was-"

"I know."

He...what?

My eyes lock onto his, and they held a certainty that I wasn't used to seeing from him.

"You do?"

He couldn't have been talking about the same thing I was, I hadn't told him about it before, and it's not like anyone else would- Oh wait.

Eugene.

The little blabbermouth.

Pugsley nods.

"Yeah, you don't have to explain it to me, I already know."

I rolled my eyes.

"Eugene told you didn't he?"

His face turned a little guilty at the fact that he had been hiding that he knew from me for so long, and he smiles.

"Yeah, maybe. Like not long after we met if I'm being honest."

Greaaaat, that's just awesome. So this whole time I thought he was the only person who didn't know about what happened last year, and it turns out I was wrong, so very wrong.

I look down at my hands that were fiddling with the hem of his shirt in my lap, and he placed a hand on my cheek gently.

"And that's why you don't like using your power? You're afraid it'll happen again?"

I nod.

Trust me, I loved my power when I was younger, it helped me when I wanted something and somebody would say no, I'd just use it on them to get what I wanted whenever I wanted it. Obviously it only worked on my dad and brother since mom was the person I got my powers from in the first place, even though she never used them.

She craved to be normal, I knew she did, she never told me I wasn't allowed to use my powers, but I could see that tiny bit of hatred in her eyes whenever I did, and I guess I've always sort of resented them a little bit because of that. I used them less and less as I got older, because she got more and more infatuated with the idea of being free of the whole outcast life.

I don't even think her new husband knows what we are, their relationship is built on lies, and it sucks.

I think when she got remarried, I lost what little respect I had left for my mother. She chose a guy based on how much she could get out of him, how much money she would gain, all of the things she could buy with her newfound 'financial freedom'. For her to finally feel like she wasn't some anomaly in this world, she had to drown it out with expensive gifts and mountains of money.

I knew why she did it, and it's not like I want her to suffer with the weight of trying to make ends meet like she had to after my dad left, but I just wish she had chosen a guy for love instead.

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents as much as a child can muster after everything that they've both done,

But I don't have to like them.

And the worst part is, when everything went down last year, when I needed somebody more than ever, neither of them reached out, asked if I was okay. Not even a phone call.

But I don't need them anymore, that's what I've come to realize over this past year, I can get by without them just fine, and they can live whatever lives they want to. And they don't have to worry about me, because I have people at this school who've done more for me than they ever did.

"I was terrified...I mean what was even supposed to do in that situation? One minute I'm storming across the courtyard because I've just found out that my mom got into a relationship with an absolute dipshit of a guy, and then the next thing I know there's people screaming in the hallway when they saw....because I..."

I sigh, trying not to be a downer as I took a deep breath and recentered myself.

"How come you never asked me about it? I mean doesn't it bother you that I did that?"

I could see his head shake softly out of the corner of my eye.

"I didn't ask, because it didn't matter to me. I never thought of you differently because of it, even back then when I barely knew you. It wasn't your fault, and with what Eugene told me, I figured you went through so much because of it, I felt more sad for you than freaked out. Trust me, I've met my fair share of people who have done way worse than that. And..."

He exhaled deeply and ran a soft touch over my cheek.

"I know what it feels like to know that you don't have anybody."

The way his tone changed when he said that made my heart break a little bit, and I thought back to the letter that I had gotten when I first came to school this year, saying how my new roommate had never had any friends before. I mean yeah sure I knew that much about it, but Pugsley had never actually told me why that was the case.

I shifted myself off of his lap, sitting down next to him, and he looked over at me to see the little grin on my face in hopes that he'll reveal all of his deep dark secrets to me, and he snorts at my expression, turning himself to face me, and he places my legs back over his to maintain contact as he smiled.

"Alright, guess I'll tell you then. But you gotta stop using your eyes against me."

I rest my elbows atop of my thighs and get comfy, putting my chin down onto my palms while I look up at him expectantly and whisper.

"Neverrrr..."

He laughs at my dramatics, and one of his hands comes up over my face to push me back down to lay flat on the bed, and he lies next to me with his legs still intertwined with mine as he turns his head against my pillow to look at me.

"Okay, so...you know how I told you that I used to get picked on because of my scars?"

Yes. And I had no idea why. 

The only thing I could think when I saw them myself is how genuinely beautiful they are, how could anybody think otherwise? I mean I feel like that's the same as somebody saying that they don't think puppies are cute.

Pugsley's scars make him unique, and they hold a story only he can tell. It's crazy to me that some people don't find scars like his pretty. Oh well, more for me I suppose.

I nod my head, keeping eye contact.

"Mhm.."

He sighs, bringing both his arms up to cross them over his chest as he stared up at the ceiling above us.

"Well, they were far from the only thing that I got picked on for. Honestly I don't think I can think of anything that I didn't get bullied for back when I went to a normie school. I went to a few of them actually, and with every one, I was never able to make a single friend. And trust me, I tried, probably more than what was worth it, but no matter what I did, nobody wanted to be seen with the 'freak'. It was always about the way I looked, the stuff I liked, didn't like, even the way I talked, all of it was just more ways for people to make fun of me. And I hated it."

I could see his eyes start to drift off to some other place, like talking about this was bringing up some unpleasant memories that were causing him to get distracted.

So I lifted my hand up, poking his cheek gently, and I brought his focus back to me as I smiled up at his thoughtful expression, and I think he was glad I wasn't letting stuff like this dim my mood, because he mirrored my smile back at me.

"Sorry, I just get a little lost sometimes when I think about it."

I shake my head, letting my hand linger on his skin for a little longer.

"Don't apologise, it's fine. And besides, you don't have to worry about that anymore, 'cause you've got me."

He didn't say anything, and instead just stared at me for a few seconds before his smile turned into a full blown grin, and before I knew it, his arms had wrapped around me, and he lifted my body to lay across his while he held onto me tight, as if I were his lifeline, and I could feel his face bury itself into my shoulder.

Huh...this is nice.

There wasn't moments like this very often, where he and I could just hold the other without anybody being around to tell us we needed to let go, and I must say, I think I could get used to this. He was so warm, the kind of warm that made me want to fall asleep right here and now. And I would have, believe me, but I knew that he would eventually get sick of me laying on him. So as tempting as it was to just melt into him and let myself fade into slumber, I withheld from doing so.

Okay maybe only part of that was true, I had definitely already let myself melt into his hold, but can you blame me? He was the most gentle person I've ever met, and he made me feel like  precious artifact that would break if he let me go, and it was really hard not to return his embrace.

And so I do, I hug him back, tighter than he was hugging me, and I felt him smile against my shirt when I did so. But he kept his grip the same so he didn't crush my bones.

"Hi."

My face was kind of half in my pillow, so it came out a little muffled, but he responded in kind anyway.

"Hi.."

I couldn't see his face, but I just knew he had the most shit eating grin right now, I'd bet everything I have, which frankly wasn't actually that much, but you get my point.

"You know for a second I thought you were going to start tickling the fuck outta me and I got scared."

He said nothing, and it was at that moment that I knew I should have just kept my mouth shut.

"Wait wait wait Pugsley no-"

But I was too late. This is completely on me, I know that. I put the idea in his head, and it is nobody's fault but my own that I'm in this situation.

Be sure to remember me when I die due to a lack of oxygen because of what's about to happen.

Pugsley's arms loosened only just enough to let his hands grip either side of my waist, well, I say grip, but it was more like he was tackling me, and it was clear that his intention was to do the exact thing I thought he would in the first place, only now he knew I was going to hate it, which I'm pretty sure only fueled him more.

But as soon as his hands started to move on my sides, I was unable to hold back the burst of laughter that I was so desperately trying to keep inside, seeing as it was way past the time everybody else in the hall had gone to sleep, but his actions proved to be stronger than my will to stay silent.

The more that my laughing echoed through the room, the more intense the tickling got, and it was just a snowball effect that ending up with him grinning like an idiot at my reaction.

I tried to wriggle my way out of his grasp, but somehow he was able to keep me in place as he continued his attack, and eventually he started to laugh along with me, even though this bitch wasn't the one running out of air in his lungs.

I sort of wanted to scream at him to stop, but I couldn't get the words out, and the only thing that came out of my mouth was more unbridled laughter that I just couldn't contain.

But I think he may have picked up on the fact that I couldn't take this for much longer, because his hands came to a slow stop to let me breathe, and when I lifted my head up to look over at him, he was just grinning at me exactly like I thought he was, and I gave him the same look back.

"I hate you so much..."

He pokes my side one final time.

"I don't believe that for a second."

I let out a small huff, and my head fell forwards onto my bed beneath me, and I was still laying over him, feeling each small movement as he laughed softly, and it moved me along with him.

But my focus was redirected upwards again when I heard the small buzz of my phone receiving a notification up on my nightstand, and I pushed myself up on my arms, giving Pugsley some relief from my weight on top of him, and I looked over at my phone as the screen flashed on for a second.

Who is texting me at this late of an hour? Or I guess technically early.

I could still feel one of Pugsley's hands resting on my side as I reached over for my device, and I plucked it from where it sat to see who it was, and when the photo on my lock screen came into view, I felt an almost unnoticeable squeeze to my waist, and I looked back to see Pugsley staring at my phone with a soft smile.

"So, who is it?"

With a small hum, I direct my gaze to my screen again, using my fingerprint to unlock it before swiping down to see the text that I had gotten.

Welp- That's not exactly what I expected.

It was from Eugene, who by now was definitely asleep on a normal day, and it read,

'Can you two actually shut the fuck up.'

I snort, lifting my phone over my shoulder to show Pugsley the message, and I felt his body shake as he laughed internally at it.

He sighs.

"Alright then,"

His arms hooked under me, and before I had time to react, he had already lifted me into the air with my front facing down to the floor as he stood up off my bed, and I admit I might have let out the tiniest of happy squeals when he did so.

"I guess that's our cue to call it a night."

Aw man...but we were having such a nice time..

Pugsley turned to face my bed, and chucked me back onto it with an impressive amount of strength that I honestly forgot that he had, and I landed on the bouncy mattress with a slight 'oomph', flipping onto my back to look over at him as he took the hair tie that I'd given him out of his little ponytail, and he placed it onto my nightstand.

"Get some rest, okay? You've got a big day tomorrow."

As much as I wanted him to stay with me, to hold onto me just a little bit longer, I knew he was right. And I couldn't keep him hostage forever, so I simply nodded at him as I put my phone back down next to my lamp.

"Okay..."

But as he turned to walk over to his bed, I remembered he was still wearing the eyeliner I had put on him.

"Hey wait don't you wanna take the makeup off first?"

His head looks back at me over his shoulder, and he shrugs.

"Nah, I think I'll leave it until tomorrow, I kinda like it."

You know what, that's fair, he was surprisingly able to pull off guyliner, it was cool.

He walks over to the light switch over by the pillar near the door, and the darkness fills the space before he moves over to his bed as he called out to me.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

I lifted my covers up and shimmied myself underneath them to get comfy, and I settle into my bed with a smile at his gentle tone. 

It was amazing to me that he could make even the grimmest of conversations about how the both of us have been through some pretty rough shit in the past, and turn into the most fun ever, just by simply being himself. He just made me feel so happy, and most days that's exactly what I needed.

How could anyone think that he wasn't the greatest guy alive...

"Goodnight Pugsley.."

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This started off as like a cute lil filler chapter while I finished up editing the rlly long one that's coming up next, but it turned into a full blown long ahh chapter of its own, so enjoy it I guess, cuz I did not think it would end up being this long.

Oh and btw the way that I imagine Y/n's bed and desk being arranged is a little something like this https://pin.it/n1yQcx5yq

Also I know you guys want me to make them kiss and all that, but pleeeease keep in mind that this is a slow burn for a reason, and they probably won't kiss until one of the last few chapters, so I would love it if you guys could just be a little patient with me, because it's gonna be a bit before I make them kiss. And trust me when I say that I want it as much as you do, but if I were to do it now, it wouldn't work that well, and it'll throw the story completely off it's course, so remember that it will read better and flow well if it takes longer.

Anyway, 

Author out <3