It was night time when I woke up. Ian and I spent the majority of the day watching old cartoons and trying to imitate Spongebob's laugh.

Ian did a better job at it than I, but I would never admit that to him in person.

We ordered pizza for lunch, but Ian left me in charge to order and I ended up requesting more boxes than I should have. We had the leftover for dinner.

I must have fallen asleep somewhere between The Power Puff Girls and Recess, because I remember seeing either or just before my eyelids collapsed on me.

I was lying on the couch, wrapped in the heavy blanket that Ian had thrown atop of me. I sat up from my sleeping position, running a hand down my face lazily.

I gathered the blanket in my arms, wrapping it around my body as I stood and scanned the apartment.

The only source of light was one coming from a corner of the apartment. It was a desk lamp, shining its light down on Ian's hunched-over figure.

I slowly made my way towards him, and the closer I got there, the more I could see what he was up to. He had a large thick paper spread out over a desk (which was inclined at an angle for better usage), and was sketching modules and figures. In my eyes they looked like lines and shapes, angles and numbers that made no sense.

"What are you drawing?"

Ian turned at the sound of my voice. "It's for one of my classes. It's supposed to be a blueprint."

"It looks really good."

He scanned me from up to down. "You look really good."

I rolled my eyes. "That's so cheesy."

He turned in his chair, wheels squeaking against the wooden floor as he gently grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him.

My heart raced as I fell on his lap, throwing a leg over either side of him. His hands moved up from my hips to my cheeks and he softly drew me in for a kiss.

My heart raced as soon as his lips brushed against mine. I closed my eyes, tilting my head as his lips pressed firmly against my own, and in my head I saw a swirl of colors. Pink, purple, turquoise streaks against the darkness in my head. I didn't know if it was just me, if I was seeing the colors because I had just woken up. I didn't care, though. It felt so good it almost hurt.

I felt Ian's fingers lift the corners of my shirt up, stroking the skin underneath and I shivered slightly. My eyes flickered open as I pulled back to meet his gaze and I saw the hunger and need swirling in his eyes.

For once, I felt unsure of what to do next. I had my fingers in his hair, his hands were on my hips, I felt heat on every inch of my skin and a drive to pull Ian closer until all I could feel was him. I wanted him, and I could see he wanted me too.

It scared me, I realized. It was why I couldn't do anything, why I froze. I wanted him, he wanted me, and it sent a pang of pain to my chest.

Ian's hands had moved higher up my torso, fingers brushing the bare skin on my back.

I shivered again.

"Is it too cold?"

Gone was the hunger in his eyes, replaced with warmth and concern instead.

I swallowed hard. "I'm fine."

"We can move to the bedroom," he said softly. "We don't have to do anything."

"No." I took a deep breath.

He frowned, his fingers sliding off my skin to rest over my shirt. "Nate..."

I leaned in, my eyes flickering up to look at him for a moment before I kissed him on the lips, feeling him relax below me.

I wanted more. I could go as far as say that I needed it.

But our kisses turned softer, and his touches went almost unnoticed at times, and I was okay with that too.

It confused me how we could go from hungry to caring in a second, but I liked it. It felt relaxed, not rushed. We were simply taking our time.

At some point, we grew tired. Not from each other, but from holding back so much. It was emotionally and physically draining.

Ian carried me with my legs wrapped around his hips, his hands holding the back of my thighs tightly, as I slung my arms over his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. He walked us to the bedroom, using his leg to close the door shut.

He laid me down on the bed first, gently. For a moment, the reluctance to move away was clear as daylight in his eyes.

He wanted more.

Then he leaned back and I moved over so he had space to slide in beside me.

I was't sure when we fell asleep because we didn't for a long time. We talked about the most random things before moving on to more serious matters. I told him more about my family, my childhood, then anyone else knew. I told him about the piano incidence, the way I felt like I was something that could be easily cast aside. He played with my hair, staring at me intently as I spoke and not once did I feel like he wasn't interested. He listened, and he spoke when necessary, saying all the things I had wished someone would have told me back then.

Then I told him about my parents and how they'd insisted that I move back in.

"Do you want to?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I think for the baby, yeah, I want to be there for him or her."

He nodded understandably.

I glanced at him. "What would you do?"

He thought about it, his eyes wandering off to some spot on the ceiling. "I think I would try first, see how it goes before rushing to a decision."

"Do you think that's what I should do?"

"If you want to."

I nodded, making sure to keep his suggestion in mind.

Ian told me about his family. I realized that he was so different from me, yet so much like me as well. He had siblings, unlike me, but he often felt alone when his parents paid more attention to them. Somehow, I felt that pulled us closer together, and almost quite literally when Ian rested his hand on my hips and I pushed closer to him just as he did to me.

I smiled at that, leaning in to peck him on the lips.

The rest of the night was a blur. We'd talked, we'd kissed, we'd touched. Then we kissed some more.

There was a certain moment, when I felt half asleep, Ian stood up and left the bed. I groaned at the loss of his company, but a few seconds later I heard music playing from his phone by the bedside table.

Ian snuck back in under the covers and I pressed my body closer against his.

"You listen to country music?" I snorted after listening for a few seconds.

Ian frowned. "So?"

I stifled a laugh. "It doesn't seem like something you would be into."

"Why? 'Cause I'm not wearing a straw hat and overalls?" He asked.

I smiled. "I don't know, but I'd like to see you in that."

His arms felt like a giant blanket as he wrapped them around me tightly. "You'll just have to stick along for that."

"How long?" I teased.

He smirked. "Don't worry. I'll make it pass by in a flash."

I titled my head up and pressed a kiss to his lips before placing my head on his chest and feeling his fingers in my hair, soothingly brushing it back.

I remember closing my eyes at some point. When I opened them, there was light everywhere and an empty warm space beside me as the smell of breakfast wafted in through the crack in the open door.

For a while, I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how and why everything played out the way it did.

Then I got dressed and walked to the kitchen to see a half naked Ian behind the frying pan. His bare skin stretched over the muscles on his back, smooth and clear. I reached out and traced my fingers over his skin, watching him almost jump in alarm.

He swiveled around, letting go of whatever he had in his hand to grab me by my hips and carry me so he could place me on the countertop.

I grinned as he leaned in, capturing my lips in another stomach fluttering kiss.

"You look good," he murmured against my skin.

I smiled. "Says the half naked cook."

His eyes were still on my lips when he smiled, before kissing me again and again and again.

Eventually, my stomach rumbled in complaint and I pushed him back to work.

We had breakfast around the kitchen table, facing each other and sneaking a few smiles in between bites.

"So," I started, "I was wondering if I should visit my parents today."

"You should," he said.

I nodded. "And I need to check up on the dog...and Rob too."

Ian chuckled.

I glanced down awkwardly. "Besides, I think I've invaded your privacy for too long."

Ian's hand landed on mine, which I had rested on the table. "I like that you're invading my privacy."

My heart did a little flip and I cleared my throat before speaking. "Can I...come back? When I'm done? If you're not busy..."

Ian smiled. "Of course."

I smiled back.

After breakfast, I gathered my things together, carrying them in arms and Ian walked me to the door.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out, turning to say goodbye but he was stepping out and closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Walking you down."

"I can do it myself."

"How are you getting to your apartment without a car?"

I shrugged. "I'll hire a cab."

He shook his head, taking the bag from my hand. "No way."

I frowned, slightly irritated. "What do you mean 'no way'?"

"Do you know what happens in cabs?"

"Yeah, the driver drives you around," I deadpanned. 

"It's dangerous."

I scoffed. "Like you've never been on a cab before."

He swiftly ignored me and walked to the elevator where he pressed on the button with the arrow pointing downwards.

"Ian-"

"I'll drive you home."

I groaned. "Don't you have assignments due?"

"This only going to take a few minutes."

I gave up arguing after a while, preferring silence. Secretly, I was kind of grateful for not needing to hire a cab or walking. It saved me some trouble.

Ian drove me back to the apartment, down the opening, to the underground parking space.

The car pulled up near one of the elevator doors and I unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbing my bag from the back seat.

I turned to Ian. "Thanks for the ride."

His hands fell from the steering wheel as he twisted around in his seat. "I'm going to miss waking up to you."

I sucked in a deep breath. "Cheesy again."

"Shut up and let me kiss you," he said, leaning forward.

The skin on my cheeks warmed up as his face got closer to me before his hand reached up and cupped my cheek. With his hand, Ian directed me closer to him as his eyes fell to my lips before he kissed me.

My heart fluttered as my stomach clenched, and I felt myself give in to the kiss.

I realized then that I was obsessed with the feeling of his lips on mine, his hand on my cheek. I loved the feeling of him sharing his warmth with me, and I loved that he continued to pull me closer and closer to his side until there was nothing between us.

He pulled back, his lips red and a little swollen.

I smiled at his dilated pupils and pinked cheeks.

"You'll come by later, right?"

I nodded, pulling away so that his hand fell from my cheek. "Let me know if you get caught up with something else, okay?"

"I won't. Nothing that important will come up."

I wasn't convinced, but nodded anyway.

"Bye for now," I said, grabbing the car door's handle.

"Wait."

I turned around and Ian flung his arms around me.

Shocked, I didn't even have time to react before he pulled away and quickly faced the steering wheel, ducking his head so I couldn't see his face.

My chest warmed, and I glanced at Ian one last time before stepping out of the car.

"Bye," I said for the second time.

"Bye," he said, his voice barely audible.

I smiled to myself and walked away from the car feeling as if I was floating in open air.

When I got to my apartment, I found the dog waiting by the front door and I ruffled his fur before feeding him. More food than I usually did because I felt the sudden need to spoil him.

Then I put my things away and hopped in the shower for the first time in a while.

I checked my phone as soon as I escaped the foggy bathroom.

I called back my mother first and promised her that I would visit her later on the day, and she reassured me that she would be there along with my father.

I ignored Devin's call, and made a mental note to visit Rob later.

I had a few hours to kill before heading out to my parents'. I scrolled down my contacts list and pressed call.

"Nate?"

"Hi, Jake."

I heard some rusteling in the background before the background noise disappeared altogether.

"Hey, it's been a while."

"Yeah."

"What's up?"

I got comfortable on the couch, leaning against the arm rest and stretching my legs out. "Nothing, I just wanted to check in on you."

"How's Ian?"

I almost chocked. "What?"

Jake chuckled. "He's that bad?"

I relaxed. "Oh, no, he's fine. He's great."

"How are things?"

"I kind of like my parents now? My mom's pregnant."

"Wow, Nate, that's great!"

"Yeah...What about you?"

"I'm kind of with someone now."

I laughed at the awkward tone in his voice. "Is it a guy?"

"Yup," he said.

"What do you mean you're kind of with him?"

"I mean...it's weird. It feels like nothing's happening. It's slow."

"Then make it go faster."

"I can't. It's not like what...we had. He's confusing. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even like me."

We talked on the phone for a while longer, discussing Jake's new love interest. Or whatever he was.

Jake was happy, I could tell from the tone of his voice. The more we talked about the guy he liked, the more I was tempted to spill everything about Ian and how I felt.

I knew I couldn't. It was a moment of weakness, and temptation. Besides, what could I have said?

I really like Ian even though, technically, he's still dating my best friend. My ex-best friend? I still like him, because I like the things he says to me, the way he knew when to touch me and how to touch me.

We hung up eventually, and I felt a bit better after talking to Jake again. Maybe things could go back to the way they were before when we were just friends.

Lazy but excited, I got dressed and finally left to my parents'.

Hey!

Why is school a thing? Who woke up one day and thought, "Oh yes, I shall create this magnificent place where children can go there and memorize useless crap while I and a bunch of other adults get to call it 'learning'"?

Seriously. If anyone has answer to that, please, enlighten me.

Question: what do you do when you don't feel like completing your school assignments? I either watch Youtube videos, read, or write, but no one's asking me so I'm just gonna go now. Bye.

P.S I'm so sleepy my eyes hurt, therefore I apologize for any grammar/spelling/ etc. mistakes.

Thank you for reading! :D