Michael snuck out of his room with a giggling Gavin behind him. The door slowly creaked open, making the Jersey boy flinch slightly as he looked over to Gavin as a sign for him to be quiet. After a second of making sure his parents were sleeping, he finished opening the door. He let out a small breath of relief before he motioned for Gavin to follow him down the hall.

"Mi-cool-"Gavin began, tapping Michael's shoulder lightly.

"Shh!"

"Mi-cool!"

"Shut the hell up, Gavin!" Michael called out, but it came out louder than he had expected.

"I was going to tell you that your mum-" Gavin was cut off when the hallway light had turned on, causing the hallway to fill with a quick and blinding light. They both froze and tensed up as they looked down the hall to see Michael's parent's door beginning to open. Gavin gave a small squawk of surprise before he pulled Michael's shirt and rushed back to the Jersey boy's room. They quickly scrambled to Michael's bed, occasionally pushing and shoving each other out of the way to beat the other to the bed.

They got under the covers a second before Michael's mother opened the door. The room was slowly flooded with light, and the light beam had ever so kindly landed on Michael's face. Michael took that as an opportunity to open his eyes and glance over to his mom, speaking with the best, fake, groggy voice he could muster. "…Mom?" He asked weakly before he whined and closed his eyes. "Lemmie sleep…" He murmured quietly, sighing and rolling over so that he was facing Gavin.

"Michael," His mother began, sighing, "Gavin is horrible at being quiet in certain situations." She commented with a grumble, crossing her arms and leaning on the door frame. Gavin stifled a laugh and Michael looked over to the Brit next to him. "Gavin, you fucking idiot!"

"Language." Michael's mother warned, raising an eyebrow at the boys, though they couldn't see it with only her silhouette. Gavin burst out in laughter, "I'm sorry, Mi-cool!" He apologized quietly, covering his mouth with his hands. Michael's mother chuckled weakly and shook her head. "Just go to bed, you two. You were supposed to be in bed an hour ago." She said, rubbing her eyes softly to hope to rub the tiredness from her eyes. Michael groaned, "Fiiiiine." He said with a sigh, laying back down and looking over to Gavin next to him.

"Good night, boys."

"Good night." The boys both replied in sync before the Jersey mother closed the door and went back to bed. Michael sighed, rolling over to his back before he looked up to the black ceiling. "Hey, Mi-cool?" He heard a quiet British voice call from beside him. He looked over to Gavin, tilting his head, "Yeah, Gav?"

"…We'll be able to do this in a few years, right?" Gavin asked, closing his eyes with a tiny sigh to relax him. Michael only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the question. "What the hell do you mean?" He asked, removing his glasses and putting them on the night stand beside him.

"Like," Gavin began, moving his mouth to try and turn his question into the correct words, "when we're older, we can still sleep together, right?"

Michael groaned and chuckled. "Dude, you make it sound like we're fuckin' each other." Gavin only blushed and lightly smacked Michael's arms. "You know that's not what I meant. I mean that we get to have sleepovers and play video games together and… and just be best friends…" He murmured with a hint of sadness in his voice. Michael easily caught the sad tone and quickly looked back over to Gavin. "…Yeah, we can. I promise, Gav. We can still have sleepovers and all that." He promised the Brit, running his fingers through the boy's hair.

Gavin smiled widely and sighed happily, "Good night, Mi-cool."

"Good night, Gav. You're my boy."

"Gavin, please…"