Awkward Feelings [One-Shot]

Roach wakes up to find Royce acting weird around him. Why? Royce thinks he's cute. :)

Hey! I'll keep this short and sweet. This is my first fan-fic, so please, no hate? But feel free to review! I wanna hear your thoughts, the good and the bad. Any ideas are welcome. Heck, I might even make another chapter?

Roach woke up with a start. Something had disturbed him. Hmm. Some feeling in his gut. Oh well. No matter. He swung his legs out of bed, and checked the clock on his bedside table. Only 6...

He got dressed for the day- wearing a plain black shirt and khaki track pants- and opened the door to his room. As he walked down the halls to the mess, he saw others coming out of their rooms for breakfast.

"Morning Roach." Royce startled him, and saw that Royce was right next to him.

"Oh. Morning Royce. You gave me a fright." He chuckled to himself as Royce looked at him with slight curiosity.

"You've been really jumpy lately. Too much coffee?" he asked.

"Uh… I don't drink coffee." Roach said awkwardly.

"Oh. Yeah, that's right. Hmf. Wonder what's for breakfast? I'm starving!" Royce looked at him in the eyes and when their eyes met, Royce smiled and looked on down the hallway. That was a weird look. Never seen that before. Hm.

Once they sat down for breakfast, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, Royce was staring at him.

Not trying to catch his attention, but looking at him all over. His hair, his face- Roach felt uncomfortable. He kept his head down, looking at his own breakfast, instead of making eye contact with Royce. What's with him and the staring?

After breakfast, they all did their morning jog, went to the range, maybe go to the gym, they were done . And they could relax for the day.

When Roach sat on the couch, he found Royce sat next to him , deciding to watch TV as well. He kept looking from the corner of his eye, he was sure that Royce's hand was… slowly…inching...closer to Roach's hand-which was beside him. Roach looked down, and sure enough, Royce's hand quickly snapped back to his side.

"uhh, what are you doing Royce?" Roach asked suspiciously- although he knew exactly what Royce had just done. He wanted to see him crash and burn.

"Huh? N-nothing! What's wrong?"…why is he stuttering?...

"Nothing's wrong." Roach smiled at Royce and turned back to the TV.

Royce couldn't help the staring. Roach was kinda cute. His messy, brown-blonde hair, his soft eyes…uh, what else? Well, he was just cute, in a way. Roach got up to go to his room, but turned to find Royce following him. He slowed down a bit, letting Roach ahead, as so not to arouse suspicion.

Once Roach entered his room, he carefully slipped in behind him before the door closed.

Roach froze, and slowly turned around, and to say he gave him a fright was an understatement.

Roach jumped and stumbled backwards. "Agh!" he cried as he crashed to the floor near his bed.

"Royce! What are you doing!? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry." He mumbled. "I didn't have anything else to do, so…I thought…maybe I could hang with you?"

"Oh…yeah? If you're really that bored…"

A giant smile lit up on Royce's face. "Yay! Thanks Roach!" he bounded over and helped Roach up , and looked around his room, looking at all his posters and clothes strewn over the floor.

"So..uh.. what did you want to do?" Roach asked awkwardly. He had a strange feeling in his gut, the same that he felt this morning… but he shoved the feeling aside. How absurd that is.

"Well…um…" Royce trailed off.

Royce looked into Roach's brown eyes. His soft, chocolate brown eyes….

"Royce, why are you staring?" Roach asked suspiciously. He had a feeling he knew the answer. But He had to hear it for himself….

"Because…." He stared at the floor, suddenly finding it more interesting.

"Yeah?" Roach said softly. He took a step closer. He didn't want Royce to get embarrassed, although his cheeks had flushed red.

"I was staring 'cause…you're…" he sighed. "Please don't hate me after I say this ok?"

"I won't. I promise. This stays with us." That seemed to give Royce a bit of hope.

"ok. Roach, I was staring…. Because….. I like you…" There it was. He knew it.

"Aww, really?" he'd kind of suspected it since this morning, but coming out of Royce, it sounded cute.

"Yeah. You're hair, eyes…the way you stand…"he looked away. " I'm weird. I know." He looked back up to Roach with bright eyes.

"Don't tell, ok?"

Roach chuckled. "Of course. Just us." He pulled Royce in for a hug.

Thanks for reading! Hope ya'll enjoyed! Again, this is my first CoD fan-fic. If you do want to share your ideas(which I doubt anyone will..) feel free!

-Stay Feirce!