1 – kiss like you mean it.
It was just barely twelve in the morning. The puddles in the roads reflected the dim, occasionally flickering bulbs of the street lights, crickets chirped every couple of minutes, and only once had his bright blue eyes seen a car pass- and that was when he had emerged from the bar, which he left somewhere around eleven. It took a while to walk back to his apartment and safely he could say that he would be back ten or fifteen minutes after, give or take.
One minute past the time that his blue eyed roommate had promised he would return at. This pair of green eyes didn't worry (much), however. It was to be expected from someone as eager and childlike as the other, and this had already developed into something of a weekly routine for the both of them. So, he waited with a book open in his right hand and cup of tea in the other. As time drawled on, the thickness of unread pages began to thin and the tea soon went cold. His bright green eyes slowly closed and silent world went dark.
Loud thumping at the apartment door awoke him, and groggily he stood up from the couch. "Arthur!" a voice said loudly from the other side. Usually, Arthur would have opened the door with his book in his hand and a tired look on his face. The sea blue eyes anxiously awaited for the door to open- it was now twenty past twelve, and he had been staked out his own apartment room, knocking on the door, with only noises of loud hushes and shut ups' from his neighbors to keep him company. "Open up!" he tried again. Hearing sounds of shuffling and a sigh, the eager man awaited. The door creaked open, revealing the half-asleep face of his English roommate. "'M sorry, Alfred," Arthur yawned and stepped aside to let him in. Alfred slipped out of his sneakers, "No problem, Iggy!" he said with a grin. That received both the rolling of Arthurs' eyes and a sharp glare. As the green eyed Englishman turned away, the American pulled him closer by the hips and laid his chin on the latters' head, nuzzling him. "Good morning," Alfred chuckled and kissed the top of his head. "You reek of alcohol." Arthur replied bluntly, although did not pull away from his roommate and lover. "You can barely smell it! And hey," Alfred said "at least I'm not drunk". The dark blonde shook his head and snorted, and now pulled away. "I'm going to bed." Was all he said before walking away in the direction of their shared bedroom. With a small and content smile on his face, Alfred followed.
There they lay, barely awake but still barely asleep, in a comfortable silence. It was almost one in the morning, now. "Hey," Alfred shifted on his side to face Arthur, who was sprawled on his back, "you still awake?" The other nodded his head and gave a small hum in reply. The questionnaire didn't say anything in response to him, but merely scooted closer and planted a small kiss on his cheek. To be frank, he was hoping for it to land on Arthur's mouth, but it didn't matter. "'Love you, Artie," Alfred whispered. Neither responded and once again, they fell in a silence that both of them accepted with ease. The digital clock across the room changed from twelve to one, rain had begun and rolled down the windows, and the street lamps continued to flicker. The crickets outside had stopped chirping, as they too seemed to have accepted the pause of noise and calmness that lingered in the air.
THIS IS SO BAD OTL
