And again, I was still half asleep. -_-


May is surprised to see Alex again for the third night. But she lets them be. Bug had fallen asleep, Alex was still wide awake. He heard the door open and saw the frame of May's shoulders in the darkness. She closed the door as quietly as she could. Alex turned and faced Bug again, taking his hand in his. Subconsciously, Bug squeezed and moved in closer. He sighs. "Still awake?" He asked without opening his eyes. Alex nodded, though Bug couldn't see his reply. Bug buried his face in Alex's chest, inhaling his scent.

He doesn't care at times when they are together, but he isn't dumb and he didn't think Bug was either. He noticed the way they acted with each other when they were alone. The touching, the closeness and the way they didn't step back when they were so close they could feel each others breath. He decided to ignore it at first but he wasn't getting tired of it. He wanted to ask if Bug noticed. "What is this?"

"What's what?" Bug asked with a big yawn.

"This." Bug finally opens his eyes. Alex waves at the both of them and sighs heavily. Bug's eyes are narrowed. They were fifteen years old, nearly sixteen and Bug still acted so childish. A little slow. But that was one of the reasons Alex liked to spend time with him. He felt needed. Bug didn't understand some things and Alex was there to help him. He kind of liked being there.

They both listened to Leah coming in through her window in the next room, still staring at each other. Bug was confused at the question, wondering what he meant. "What do you mean?"

His eyes were wide, curious. Alex bit the inside of his bottom lip. "I mean, what are we?"

Bug was more confused and he propped himself on his shoulder, looking down at Alex. He admired Alex's eyes, the color of them and how they looked so empty sometimes. "Whatever we are, it's whatever we want it to be."

"That doesn't help." Alex sighs annoyed and sits up. He turns to leave but Bug stops him, taking his arm.

"You're not going, are you?" Alex falls back down, leaning against Bug. He feels helpless in a way. He was confused as well, not knowing where they exactly stood. "You can't just go back home, not while Quint is drinking."

You have enough bruises. He whispers to himself. He avoids the bruise on Alex's arm and pulls him closer him against him. "You make me whole."

Alex doesn't look at him when he says that, averting his eyes and turning a shade of red. Bug smiles and rests his chin on his shoulder. "I'll take care of you tonight."