A/N- Right so um I suck at writing because I have never written a Fanfic before?
Enjoy this terrible stuff I guess uwu !
Oh and I don't own portal/portal 2 at all /sobs
Wheatley sighed, turning the pages in an old-fasioned book. The room was quiet. Very, very quiet. Wansn't Neil sitting right next to him? The only thing Wheatley could hear was the dull hum of Aperture. Normal enough. The moron, used to the blondes' constant mummers of 'space' , almost decied to put his book down and look for the idiot. Almost was the key word here. Insted he just ruffled his brunett locks in irritation. He sighed. Again.
That's when he heard it. A soft giggle right behind-
" Neil? " Wheatley turned around to see a familer pair of bright golden eyes. Right, okay. That's him alright. Still no space sounds though. Not so normal. What's his deal?
Wheatley pushed his glasses back up absentmindedly, which in turn earned him another giggle from the other. Did he get high off a space magazine or something? That's when he noticed where Neil's eyes were staring at. Bloody hell, is something in my hair? Franticly turning around, he started getting up to look for a mirrior.
" Soft? "
Eyebrows went up in confusion. Soft? What was he- oh. Wait why would he say th-
Neil had one hand on Wheatley's shaggy hair. He started to pet him, giggling again like a little schoolgirl. Crystal blue eyes widend a bit, feeling his cheeks get warm.
" U-uh, Spacey? Whatcha' doing there mate?"
"It is soft! I knew it! Floofy hair!" The other squealed. He seemed...happy. Really happy. Wheatley sighed once again. Might as well let the blonde have fun. It was quite adorable actualy, the way little things made Neil act so goofy.
Maybe Wheatley fell asleep like that. Maybe he had slowly laid his head on the others chest. And just maybe he had a faint blush stain his cheeks the whole time.
Dont tell him that though or he'd be after your head.