I sat on the couch, the dim light from the TV illuminating the fair skin of a sleeping beauty. His eyes were closed, his sparkly eyeshadow glistening. The corners of his lips curled up naturally in his sleep and I smiled, watching him instead of the television.
Strify was too beautiful to ignore. Especially when he would search for a pillow in his sleep and lay his head on my lap.
"Kiro, wake up." Strify whispered, wrapping his arm around my knee, his hand grabbing my inner thigh. I shivered at the touch.
"Strify, you are asleep." I said, smiling, ignoring his hand. He turned his head towards me. He smiled, his eyes still closed, as I started to stroke his soft hair.
"You sure?" He said groggily. I chuckled softly.
"Yes, now wake up." I said, stopping my hand over his cheek. Strify frowned, taking my hand in his and forcing it to continue its circuit over his hair. I giggled.
"Bed time." I reminded him, glancing at the digital clock on the TV set which read 12:23 AM.
Strify groaned, speaking incomprehensible words.
"Don't make me carry you." I warned him. Strify laughed and looked up at me, finally opening his eyes. I smiled down at him.
"You're too small. I'll crush you down on the floor." He smiled up at me.
"You're light, I'll be okay." I assured him. He shook his head.
"No, I'm secretly fat." He joked, placing his index finger over his grinning lips. I nodded, too lazy to continue this argument.
"Okay, let's go to bed." I said, forcing Strify off of my lap. He whined in protest but once I stood up and began to walk away he hurried to follow, clinging to my arm.
"Don't leave me in the dark." He whispered, his cheek against my ear. I smiled.
We walked upstairs to Strify's bedroom, which was separated by an entire floor from the rest of the band members'-- including mine.
He started to skip ahead of me in the hall towards his bedroom.
"You're such a child." I teased him.
"Thank you." He grinned at me as he turned on his bedroom light. I smiled as I followed him.
I felt awkward when I saw him begin to remove his clothing as if I weren't there. He was humming to himself, as well. I found myself staring at his bare chest, at the flawless abs. His hands rested on his waistband to his jeans.
"Kiro, you pervert!" Strify teased, shooting me a shocked face which was trying so desperately to hide a grin. I blinked, refocusing. "Turn away." He said, twirling his finger in my direction. I smiled, shaking my head as I turned to the wall.
I had only noticed now that his bedroom walls were pink. I had always thought they were green. A nice, leaf-green. Perhaps he had painted it recently and I hadn't noticed. I want to smell it to see if it still smells fresh...
"Kiro, is my wall interesting?" Stirfy asked. I turned around briskly, only to catch Strify in the middle of pulling down his boxer shorts. I almost screamed, turning back around as quickly as I could, shielding my eyes in my sleeve, begging my brain to forget what I just saw. Strify kept silent and that was strange. Maybe he didn't notice. Hopefully.
"Kiro, come here." His voice rang cheerfully as he spoke my name. I turned and saw Strify in his bed, sitting up against the headboard, bare-chested.
"I want to go to sleep." I said, gesturing to the door. He shook his head and patted the extra place of his queen-sized bed next to him. I sighed, walking over and sat myself down on top of the covers next to Strify, worried about the chance that he may not have any lowers on.
Strify smiled and hugged me around the neck, his lips at my collarbone.
"I love you, Kiro. Night-night." He whispered, kissing my cheek before laying down fully. I frowned and laid next to him, staring at his face. I leaned in closer and kissed his forehead gently.
"Good night, Strify." I said before closing my eyes, fighting an urge to wrap my arm around his waist.
I felt Strify's arm brush up against my chest. I opened my eyes to meet Strify's about two inches away, our noses practically touching.
"You're warm." He whispered, looking into my eyes. I chuckled, staring into his blue eyes, his sparkly eyeshadow enhancing their look. "Get under here with me." Strify said, patting the mattress.
I looked him up and down, sending him a silent message, "are you naked?". Strify smiled and shook his head. I sighed in relief and rolled off of the bed. Strify's face was sad for a second before I lifted the blankets and laid underneath.
Strify smiled and he scooched closer to me, his left arm laid across my chest.
"Sweet dreams, Kiro." Strify whispered in my ear. I smiled in return and in the corner of my eye, I saw Strify close his eyes.
I turned my head to look at him. His lips were a warm salmon pink as were his cheeks. His eyelids sparkled, which reminded me-- if I wake up with a sparkly shirt I'll going to kill him.
Strify adjusted his position on the bed and rested his cheek on my bicep. A small, groggy sigh came through his lips. I smiled.
Strify is always so peaceful yet crazy. Ever since we met we've been the best of friends. We went everywhere together and we're in the band together. But, despite all I have with his friendship... I feel a little part of me is missing.
The way he's attached to me is different from the way I am to him. He thinks of me as his best friend and a brother but I love him. I love him more than a brother.
I love the way he smiles; the way he blushes when he has nothing to say but makes an awkward situation hilarious when he does. I love how he loves to play with me on stage, but I hate that in a way, as well. He teases me and kisses and flirts with me, totally oblivious to how I feel and how I react.
On many occassions I have tried to talk to him about how I feel and confess, but I feel that it would be hard on the band. If I confess and he doesn't feel the same way (which he probably won't), tension will form between us and that will eventually draw the band apart. I don't want to be the cause of that.
So, I decide to keep my feelings to myself and whatever happens happens...
Though I wish that I could get Strify to feel the same.
I then felt Strify's arm slide up my chest and the palm of his hand caressed my neck. I sighed-- he's asleep.