Another cheesy Fanfic! You know what, I don't know how or why but for I'm just now noticing how cheesy my Fanfics be...huh...Oh well
It was another day in their dorm room. Ford was reading more on anomalies at his desk. Fiddleford was relaxing in his bed. "Aye Stanford, uh...you've been sitting at that desk for 6 hours without saying anything, are you okay?"
It took Ford a little while to answer. "Yes, yes, that's good." Ford answered without looking away.
Fidds growled, he was beginning to get anxious. "Stanford. Stanford!" Fiddleford called.
This time Ford actually looked. "Yes, Fiddleford?"
"You wanna I don't know take a break from all this." Fiddleford asked with a nervous smile.
Ford looked at Fiddleford in the eyes then he turned back to his desk. "No thank you."
Fiddleford got up from his bed, he grabbed Ford's seat and pulled it far away from his desk. "Look, you've been working too mu-" Fiddleford looked at the "work" on Ford's desk. There was a paper that titled What is this warm feeling.
Ford quickly ran to his desk and tried to shield it. He had his palms on the desk behind him. "I'm just having a hard time figuring out this...equation, that's all."
"Yes but, you've been working too much. You haven't had sleep for 3 days Stanford." Fiddleford took two steps closer to Ford.
Ford turned his head to his right. "I'm fine, I'm use to it-"
"No, you've been working more than usual." Fiddleford said with concern. Ford looked at Fidds in the eyes trying to come up with a excuse.
"N-No I haven't, you're just over exaggerating." Ford said. Fiddleford took another step closer. Ford tried to lean back a little bit more to keep their faces from touching.
"Stanford, please. You need a break." Fidds was so worried he actually started to tear up. "I-I'm-"
"No, no, no, don't cry." Ford put his left hand on Fiddleford's cheek, the gestured made Fiddleford gasp a bit. Ford used his right hand to wipe away the tears. "Yeesh, you're so emotional." Ford added.
Fiddleford couldn't move. He couldn't look away from Ford's eyes.
"I-I'm sorry for making you worry. I-I just..." Ford looked into Fiddleford's eyes then his gaze fell on his lips.
Fiddleford brought his face closer, Ford did the same. They closed their eyes, and there lips collided. At least for 2 minutes, Ford's alarm clock ringed, the sudden noise made the two of them jump.
"I-I better go to class." Ford got up and left the dorm room leaving Fiddleford alone.
Fiddleford laid down on his bed, looking at the roof. "Uhh, I'm so stupid...Why did I do that?"
After Ford was done with all his classes, he went back to the dorm. He did terrible in class, he couldn't focus. "U-Uhh, Fiddleford."
Fiddleford flinched, his face was filled with worry. "Y-Yes, Stanford." He slowly looked up from his book.
"About this morning...I-I'm sorry, I don't know wha-"
Fiddleford grabbed Ford's wrists, he pulled Ford close. He pressed his lips on his.
Ford was wide eyed, he tried to pull away but he couldn't resist. Fiddleford finally pulled away after 5 minutes. The both of them looked at each other flushed. "I'm sorry, I just wanted...to do it again just to see if...what I felt was real."
Ford was speechless.